I am a woman, selfish and vain,
And I hope you writhe in pain,
The pain of distance, pain of yearning,
Memories of kisses leave your skin burning.
I hope I torture you in your dreams,
Tease you a little then leave you be,
Whisper promises I won’t keep,
Be the thief who steals your sleep.
I hope you miss my freezing hands,
And how they’d sneak up on your back.
Do you miss my giggles and finger wiggles?
Right before the fearsome tickle attack.
I am a woman, soft and kind,
Still, I hope you lose your mind.
I hope you see me everywhere.
Close your eyes and picture,
Running your fingers through my hair.
Miss me with burning desire,
Miss me with your heart on fire.
Miss me with a tortured mind,
And I’ll miss you back in kind.