Spreading my legs open, waiting for arrival
As I slip my finger deeply in my pussy
Being so wet at thought of my lover's woody
Arousing me tender as no one's else rival

Rubbing sensitive spot to enormous climax
And flooding the covers to great satisfaction
As I stare at the clock, hoping for his traction
That will not come tonight as he's gone to relax

Does he know how I feel when he's around body
The thoughts that crosses mind and engages deeply
The wetness that probes near that sprinkles so cheaply

Shall I tell him effect of his presence bawdy
For time and time again, I stroke to such pleasure
Hoping for his presence as nightly desire