To really know what I want
I have to know myself
Myself
My seductive thoughts. Alluring daydreams intertwined with lust.
My brain rides on this wave of endorphins
I’m so high
From it’s drugs
I shiver from the sensations
Sometimes I mutter the names of different guys
But I’ am not a slut
At that point
Nothing really matters
Because my mind has it’s own brain at the center of my thighs.
And it’s is so warm like today’s sunshine
My cheeks so flushed
From my sexual delight
I can please myself like no one else
Men tend to never make me breathless like when I am touching myself.