I move my hips romantically. He looks like he could cum
inside my guts in a second, but not this second, schmooze on.

I spread myself out and my heart bubbles bright. Blame the heat.
Deeply trenched in uncontrollable delusions. Instinct at the wheel.

"I'm lonely," or something or blah or whatever. My half-assed justification.
Come climax come Eros. What my eyes do is perfection.

When I unleash my everything, I am flawless and invincible.
The throbbing of my heart thunders ever on.