Have you thought of me
And have you ever wished I was around?
How beautiful you think I look undressed
And do you often see me going down?
How intimate is it, or is it rough?
The pace, the sweat, unsteady breath,
I wonder how you look when you do come
And once you're done, am I still living in your head?
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