Itch to do her, like homework amid class
Best branch on bank, I’m an eager beaver
When she gets up, a chance to see her ass
Roll out of bed assuming I’ll see her
Combusting with confessions, lust stretches
We speak, I converse like I’m not perverse
Tonight I’ll conceive more, your nude sketches
A thought of her precipitates each jerk
Contemplate being the source of pleasure
Just by being and allowing seeing
Image of yours used to fend off stressors
That, you cannot fathom, yet engender
List all who you knew and orgasmed to
But never once fucked, they had not a clue