When Love Was Really Love
Who am I? Just the boy next store. I carried your books home from school. I let you cut in front of me in a long line. I let you copy our homework a few times, especially those "lab" lessions. I made love to you in the back of Daddy's car at the drivein movie theater. I bought you a soda after the movie. I took you to the Prom, you looked so beautiful. I really liked you and you were so in love with me. So where are you now? Anything I can do for you, let me know,you know how to reach me (right here):
I like to view a woman from behind, walking, bending over to check the roast in the oven, or stepping into the bathtub. I like to stand behind a woman and give her a gentle hug from behind, kissing her neck and ears. She can feel me behind her but doesn't quite know what's going on down there as I move a little up and down between her cheeks. My arms are wrapped around her caressing her breasts, massaging her gently. She knows she can let her hair down with me, a trusted friend. She can always count on me to stand behind her no matter what the situation. I am her strength, she is my confidence. Are you this woman?