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.