She
She waits for him in the middle of his mind
She is buried there waiting for him to release his desire
Waiting patiently for the touch
She knows she was made for him
She asks for his touch
She wants for him to claim his prize
But his mind is elsewhere
Why will he not take me to his arms
Does he not see how badly I want him
She knows she was made for him
She asks for his touch
She wants for him to claim his prize
But alas he is blinded by another
She has no control over his soul or his desires
She must make him see what he is missing
She knows she was made for him
She asks for his touch
She wants for him to claim his prize
She waits for him in the middle of his mind
She is buried there waiting for him to release his desire
Waiting patiently for the touch
She knows she was made for him
She asks for his touch
She wants for him to claim his prize
But his mind is elsewhere
Why will he not take me to his arms
Does he not see how badly I want him
She knows she was made for him
She asks for his touch
She wants for him to claim his prize
But alas he is blinded by another
She has no control over his soul or his desires
She must make him see what he is missing
She knows she was made for him
She asks for his touch
She wants for him to claim his prize
