Sat here in the kitchen
feeling quite alone,
My thoughts just keep on wondering
and I hear a soft little moan.
My hands touch my skin,
and I tremble deep within.
The thought of you keeps me warm
and slowly very slowly your image will form.
Moment by moment and day by day
the hours just seem to pass away.
The desire I feel will not fade
so I smile within, and will not trade.
