Every year, around mid-spring,
My alter ego comes to play,
An eagerness and a hunger settles in,
Satisfaction becomes hard to find,
Endless roaming starts,
As she searches for her release,
Every site she spits, every rock she turns,

Looking for those to fulfil her,
She doesn't want to get to know you,
She doesn't care how old you are,
Where you're from or what you do,
She doesn't care if your attached,
The only thing she wants,
Is for you to come and fuck her,

Just fuck her
Make her crazy with lust,
Make her squirm in anticipation,
Make her nipples hard and sensitive,
Make her pussy throb and wet,
Make her beg for you cock,
And fuck her,

Hard with no thought or mind,
She is an object of sex,
She craves it, she needs it,
Powerful thrusts in and out,
Possess her for that moment,
For she is yours to do as you please,

No worries or afterthoughts,
No discussion or soothing,
The only thing she wants from you,
Is your animalistic desire,
Your cock and your semen,
Your drugging kisses and imprinting touch.

Be sure that she finds you,
For in mid-summer, she fades,
The desire diminishes, the hunger gone,
A normal life starts again,
As I claim the surface once more,
She goes to sleep and dreams,
and waits for the next year, where new cocks await.