I look at the clock
Going tick tock tick tock
It is a little too late
For me to sate
My guilty pleasures
But I do it anyway
Because I like it my way
Nothing can sway
Me tonightJust me, myself and I
And the plethora of sensations
The warmth and decadence
That slithers its way
All over my body
Tonight I willingly submit
To my body, my master
Eager strokes of my fingers
Drive me towards ecstasy
Until I am left writhing for more
Until there are
no more crevices left to explore...
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A Part Of Me
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