you floated into a fantasy today and lingered there as i touched myself
my fingers were your fingers… my fingers became your tongue
He watched as you got me off and off and off
later, when i was having dinner with friends, it came back to me… when the waiter touched my shoulder… just there
and i smiled… remembering that your hand was there not so long ago
i should tell Him what you did to me in your phantom visit
ain’t fantasy grand?
and now, this song is stuck in my head