Thoughts before getting out of bed.

1.
Homeless with a roof over your head
Horny with pussy there in your bed
Hungry with meatloaf there on your bread
Alive and still breathing but notionally dead.

2
I'm getting hard as I write this
I don't want the slow dance today
I want to tear your panties off
No kissing, no gentleness
I want to throw you on the bed
With no desire for head
I just want my hunger to plunge
Violently in and out of you
I don't want to care if you cum
It's about me today
Five minutes of selfishness and greed
Honestly darling that's all that I need.

3
Why do we write?
Is it for connection?
For validation?
For taking our minds to a quiet place?
To impart wisdom and knowledge and do so with grace?

It's time to get up now but part of me got a head start.