Desperately looking for a way to release,
to bring my body and mind peace.
Bring an end to these uncontrollable urges,
Every single time I cum it just reemerges.
Thoughts are aggressively sexual and obscene,
consuming me, but they bring the dopamine.
Overcome with intense arousal, I tried to think
Where I could go—to play out my kink?
Horniness took me to the communal bath—
free love, nudism, or am I a sociopath?
From the start, I immediately undressed,
I felt my body loosen- it decompressed.
So vulnerable—no towel even to hide,
Inadvertently spreading myself wide.
My breasts and cheeks jiggled as I paraded,
All eyes on my tattoos- I felt so elated!
Turned and faced them for the shower.
I think I took one every single hour.
Open stance, I put myself out on display.
Washing my body was a bit like foreplay.
Lathering, I caressed with my fingertips,
Also massaging soap into the folds of my naughty lips.
Each time I rinsed, I used the shower head—
On my vulva until it turned bright, cherry red.
Shamelessly, I tugged and pulled my labia out,
Making sure it’s all visible before I go walk about.
I secretly smear my thick, clear, stringy discharge,
Around my whole vulva so its’ shiny, moist, and large.
I bend down with my bum up, legs slightly opened.
Submerging myself in the tub, all my nerves awokened.
The water penetrates every pore on my nude skin,