Too Worked Up

each night i see her there. the window shows her there. but she said it's all-right if i watch her every a movie just for me. she says "look but don't touch" night as she lays down and goes to work while i hope for a glimpse of what she will not let me have between her thighs. puts on a show for me; but she's asking too much. if she'd just let me walk faster now; i'm moving faster now. thoughts about what's there in between her thighs. she's moving my brain. i get worked up, i get too worked up my face inside her thighs' embrace are dancing in across the street i'd finally get more than a peek at wanting, needing what's there between her thighs.