Nymphomaniac
Why is the look in their eyes always ill will
when I say I love the thrill
that I long for the chase
that I need that deep embrace
Who here would deny
that they don't too try
to reach that moment when
you ascend to heaven and then are back again
Being filled up so with ecstasy
makes me feel as though he might love me
that, they can never understand
for they've never been with my man
This poem is about:
Me