Meanwhile

I daydream about you as you daydream about another
Impure thoughts almost compromise your composure
But as you drip of fantasy I grow jealous
In my mind’s world, there’s a bedroom with just us
My lips find and tend to both sets of yours
The approaching climax inspires sounds instead of words
You pull me up before I’m lost in a rushing river
But the tips of my fingers aren’t done making you shiver
The pain of the pleasure takes control of your face
But this is just the beginning, this was just a taste