each night i see her there. the window shows her there. but she said it`s all-right if i watch her every 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; a movie just for me. she says "look but don`t touch" but she`s asking too much. if she`d just let me walk across the street i`d finally get more than a peek at what`s there in between her thighs. she`s moving faster now; i`m moving faster now. thoughts about my face inside her thighs` embrace are dancing in my brain. i get worked up, i get too worked up wanting, needing what`s there between her thighs.