YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME
You wouldn’t smile at me
Or give me that cheeky grin
If you knew I imagine you
With my balls resting on your chin
You wouldn’t smile at me
If you could read my mind
And vividly picture my thoughts
Which are of a lustful kind
Thoughts of bending you over
And taking you from behind
You wouldn’t smile at me
With that sweet look on your face
If you knew I imagine you
In black stockings and lace
You wouldn’t smile at me
My sweet innocent miss
If you knew I wanted to visit
Your sweet haven of bliss
You wouldn’t smile at me
In that sweet way that you do
If you knew I often imagine
Myself orally pleasing you
You wouldn’t smile at me
If you knew all the while
That I was imagining you
Wearing nothing but a smile
You wouldn’t smile at me
You’d never smile so sweetly
If you knew I imagined you
Pleasuring yourself before me
You wouldn’t smile at me
You’d never smile so sweetly
If you knew I imagined you
Naked and straddling me
You wouldn’t smile at me
Never again after this time
If you knew I imagined you
The other half of my sixty-nine
You wouldn’t smile at me
If you knew the thoughts I think
Imagining you in an erotic dance
Scantily clad in sensual pink
You wouldn’t smile at me
If you knew my fantasies
Of you slowly undressing
As you tantalise and tease
Before submitting to me
On your hands and knees
You wouldn’t smile at me
If you knew what’s in my head
Pictures of you lying naked
Beneath me in my bed
You wouldn’t smile at me
Because my thoughts would appal
Because I think of having you
Up against the office wall
You wouldn’t smile at me
If you knew my thought process
When I imagine you commando
Underneath that pretty dress
You wouldn’t smile at me
With my thoughts misbehavin’
If you knew how I wonder
If you have a shaven haven
MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL
My thoughts are sinful
For the thoughts I think
Are of the open petals
Of your flower moist and pink
My thoughts are sinful
And they’d make you frown
For to make me stand up
You would go down
My thoughts are sinful
Thoughts of your silky skin
The lushness of your bush
Your succulent musk within
A firm young body
With soft moist lips of sin
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