My hypersexuality
separates me from reality.
These insatiable erotic needs-
by far surpass and exceed
any level close to insane.
Again and again, I want to abstain,
but the energy rushes and pings
to my downstairs wings-
through my erect nipples.
The smallest touch tickles.
Arousal swells and lingers;
I rub with my sticky fingers.
Engored, growing raw and red,
cant get my pussy out my head.
I spread wider in desperation.
I flick it harder in frustration.
My urges cannot be gratified-
a need an orgasm wont satisfy.
I just wish I could release,
and my arousal would drecrease.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uywbmp/hypersexual_haze_poem_by_me