each night i see her there.
the window shows her there.
but she said it 's all-right if i watch her every night as she lays down and goes to work while i hope for a glimpse of what she will not let me have between her thighs.
puts on a show for me; a movie just for me.
she says "look but don 't touch" but she 's asking too much.
if she 'd just let me walk across the street i 'd finally get more than a peek at what 's there in between her thighs.
she 's moving faster now; i 'm moving faster now.
thoughts about my face inside her thighs ' embrace are dancing in my brain.
i get worked up,
i get too worked up wanting,
needing what 's there between her thighs.
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