Between my legs, I can feel the thirst.

Juicy and wet, about to burst.

Always cumming on time, when I cum first.

Gliding through my lips, fingers submersed.

Pleasing myself, no worry for another.

My hands do the trick, for my clit – they smother.

Rocking back & forth with a gentle pressure.

Taking the short way home, for the long measure.

What joy – what passion, such momentary bliss.

Finishing on my own without starting with a kiss.