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I can feel her now,

Slyly brushing past my erection.

I'm laying still in bed,

Trying to overcome my sexual tension.



She runs through my mind,

As I smell her perfume on the covers.

She was only here a few hours before,

Fondling beneath the sheets like lovers.



I'm too loveshy for her,

I can still see her twinkling eyes.

She knew what she was doing,

Silently waiting while her mind lies.



She was only here for some fun,

Why else would she want me?

I just wish I could tell her,

I just wish I could make her see.



I can taste her skin now on my lips,

I can feel her hair threw my fingers,

Drifting in to this love based dream,

As the clear memory of her still lingers.