Nymphomania
When I do it I love me
When I don't I hate me
I am beautiful lying upon my bed
Open like a flower
But I'm dirty
And I won't reach heaven
How did I go bad?
Why did I go bad?
My curves resemble a goddess
Painted in watercolor
Worthy of museum
Then I’m nothing but a sinful woman
Slave of herself
Slave of a thought
Thought like a parasyte
I can't stand the burning
My legs shake as if it were winter
But the atmosphere is suffocatingly warm
Like the cup of tea I forgot to drink
No matter how connected to paradise I feel
I have assimilated that I will never get there
When I do it I love me
When I don't I hate me
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