There are days when I feel so restless,
Can't stop thinking about your sweet lips.
Can't stop wishing,
When my hand carelessly brushes against my own body,
That it is your hand.
I touch my lips,
And wish they were touching you.
I close my eyes,
And image your chest pressed against my back.
My mind is useless,
Totally preoccupied with my desire for you.
I blush when other people talk to me,
Worried that they will know what I'm really thinking.
There is only one thing that will pull me out of this funk:
I need you now.