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What are you waiting for?
How do I dispatch this feeling
Oh so deep within
How can I stop this tingling
That runs along my skin
By the moonlight I search his number
In the phone book by the bed
So that I can try to tell him
The thoughts that fill my head
When will my tiny tummy hairs
That glisten like golden lace
Meet the lips and warming moisture
Of this lovers caring face
Will it be long that I will suffer
From self brought quivers along my thighs
Does tomorrow bring the answer
Why pleasure falls from my eyes
Shall my tiny little finger
Finally find some rest
From being thoughts pole of electrocution
And the tongue upon my breast
Can midnight sighs become less loud
So no one ever hears
Dare the mirrors on my ceiling
Reflect more than self spanked spheres
High strung are my wants desires
Even higher my will to please
But honestly I need so much more
Than self tortured games of tease
So won’t you help my tummy ache
With the thing you must provide
It needs a real good tickling
Not from without, but from really deep inside
