Me, Myself & My Fantasy.

wandered home last evening, from ladies night,
still spinning from the rhythm that swarmed,
slipped out of my skirt, then my blouse,
and felt my body begin to warm

I tried to avoid what was going to happen,
but realized I couldn't resist myself,
temperature kept on rising, never desisting,
before I knew it, I was reaching for help

the cold lonely room before me, began to melt,
I became dizzy and fidgety, I could barely see,
decided to just enjoy the hand that I was dealt,
the hand that felt just like mine, caressing me

I should be ashamed of what I did last night,
but every time I think of the images,
the candles, the curtains, my reflection in the mirror,
the heat turns on again and again

my legs kept quivering with excitement and pleasure,
I was feeling so good, I had to touch myself,
the level of intensity was impossible to measure,
then that overwhelming sensation came over my entire being

the color in my face, evaporated,
the beads of sweat ran along my chest and thighs,
then before I knew it,
a bright white light overcame my eyes

I arched my back, and muffled my screams,
then swung my legs over the side of my bed,
trying to recover from my horizontal solo-session
stripped the sheets, which were soaked with tension,
and lit a cigarette....'ah, much better'.