Lacks the presence of another,
Frustration aids her thought
Of her not necessarily in need
Of a brother
Her desires enhanced by the
Mood set by mother nature,
An image molded by the rain
A beauty grasped soHard
It introduced her to a different
Flavor
One in which she never tried,
The ingredients indeed she
Held inside, all this time
Before her eyes, the mirror
Is where she should have
Focused her cries
Now drifting from her lonely state,
Gradually encouraged to endure
Her fate, her finger tips she began
To taste in preparation to be
Used as her mate
She kept from thought any
Masculine pictures, to embrace
The image of her adorable figure
Passion of self used to indulge in
Such pleasures, satisfaction brought
To one magnified by the weather
A masseuse to her vagina
A job landed by her hand,
Exceeding the pleasures of
Prior encounters ones in which
Evolved a man
Growing fond of herself
As thee erotic session proceeds,
Sensation flows throughout her
Body a warning of her climax
It was indeed
Absent a presence of one to plead
She called on her name introducing
Her greed, begging for more
While continuing to please after
This night a presence she will
No longer need
She smiled in the mirror
At one who she admired
A sensational night that
Loneliness inspired
Secret admirer
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