Woke up this morning
With a gasp and a moan
Fumbling for the phone
Completely turned on

No time for a shower
Dreams of you
Made me over sleep
Yes, again

Getting dressed is a chore
The slightest touch
Against my breast
Heightens my arousal
Agony
As I pull my shorts
Up to my waist
Pressing hard against my clit

Whimpering
Knowing today
I will be on edge
Waiting for you

Your touch
That makes me
Plead and beg
For more

The stroke of your hand
Your lips upon mine
You awaken me
Completely

But not now
Not yet
It’s not time
The wait is driving me crazy

Off to work
Wanting you so bad
Needing to feel you
I’m going mad

Time quickly passes
It is nearly noon
My mind is still on us
Soon, baby, soon