Do my words make you tingle?
Clench your thighs and wiggle.
Do my images make you sigh?
Like back and close your eyes.
Do you stroke a hand against your skin?
While you imagine my kind of sin.
Think about my touch,
Knowing it'll be too much.
Open wide as I sip on juice,
Write back to me and just let loose.
Tag me in your reply.
