As a woman, I want to know what you’re thinking about. Are you thinking about me? If so, what about me? You want to know my favorite color, food, song? Do you want to know my favorite place to visit? Or my shoe size? I’m just joking. But for real though, I want to know do you think of me?
Do you sit back and wonder what I’m doing or what I’m wearing? Do you ever just daydream about me? And think about what if my last name ended with a ‘V’? I mean, I know you ain’t ready to take it there. Hell, you don’t even want to put a title on our love affair, but do you ever daydream about me?
When you can’t reach me on the phone, do you wonder what’s going on? I’m just saying. I mean, I think about you and what you’re doing. So, I’m just wondering if you think about me too. Our conversations are hilariously funny. We can talk about anything and we debate a lot too. We know how to turn a tense conversation into a laughing one. I really should give you the credit for that though…But I help out, right?
I know you’re not all mushy and shit, but the pussy good and the head is too. You love our conversation and our chemistry when we’re together. You stare at me while I’m getting dressed and sometimes you just look me in the face but don’t say anything. And you watch the sway of my hips as I walk away. You love my full lips, my thick thighs, and my fat ass. So, I’m just saying after all of that do you ever think about me?
You know how I feel about you and I treat you like my king. I make sure you’re satisfied in every way possible and you know it’s real. So, what’s the deal? Do you think about me?
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