I see him sign in online and he has no idea.
No idea that he just made me come.
No idea that he's made me come a hundred times.
He doesn't know about all the scenarios in my head.
No idea that they all end with us naked and sweaty.
No idea how wet he makes me.
I see him across the room and he has no idea.
No idea that I wore this dress for him.
No idea that it's all for him.
All he has to do is reach out and take,
But he has no idea.
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