You Can Imagine

You say it's not fine
To have those thoughts about me
And I want to ask
If they include
You kissing me
On my lips, my neck, my stomach
Sending little shivers down my spine
Or if they have more to do with
You letting your hands travel my skin
Graze my thigh
Trace my back
Or maybe they involve
You whispering words
Worthy of me blushing
And making my breath hitch
As those words touch my ear
Those thoughts aren't fine
They're dangerous
And I thought you loved
A thrill.