For André (Hand in my Pants)

Your making slow sweet love to me
our bodies coming together
your caress on my sweet spot
I'm almost ready to fall over the edge
I open my eyes to look into yours
I'm looking at the ceiling
eyes bleary from sleep
I'm alone in my bed
with my hand in my pants

Your kiss on my lips
so soft and delicious
our tongues sharing the taste of love
your caress on my breast
I gasp with delight
heightening my pleasure,
you move your hand down
the excitement between my thighs
almost to much to endure
The blaring horn brings me up
and out of my reverie
I try to get back into my lane
with my hand in my pants

Behind me you stand
lips on my neck, softly
nibbling and licking
your hands roaming my body
building in me the temptations of flesh
bringing me up into the clouds of lust
whispering to me softly, calling my name
Red faced I realized
it was only my friend
she caught me at my desk
with my hand in my pants

Your in my thoughts,
awake and asleep
at home, at work,
everywhere I go
My days and nights
filled with dreams of you
That always lead me
back to the same place....
with my hand in my pants.