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It’s become kinda like a ritual of self induced foreplay Self induced because I do the do to myself
Freaky they call me because I have a ten and a half inch battery operated mechanism in my top drawer
Freaky they call me because I have semi-nude posters in my dressing room
Freaky they call me because I know what I like and I know exactly how to give it to me
Freaky they call me because I don’t like it on my belly button. A little or a lot of nothing.
But you still call me freaky because I go from hand to mouth when it goes in and out.
And just because I can lick my own nipples and stroke my own mane, you call me vain
Just because I do it in front of a mirror or between the cracks of an open door I am woman, hear me roar or scream the screams of pleasure...
The result of my own endeavors. M. A. S., T. U. R., B. A., TION, Means creating ones own fun
It’s like an arcade game, "The power is in your hand." Like a personal video juke box, "The stimulation you control."
Do it slow, don’t rush. Master the skills, make yourself blush.
Freaky you call me, but see I don’t have to cuddle up with my vibrator when it’s all over.
Freaky you call me because you saw me let me fingers do the walking, talking, licking sticking that you would’ve done, if I’d have let you.
Freaky you call me because I love to love me baby
I think you call me freaky because Me no be needy of all the extra bullshit That comes along with freaking you.
I think you’re scared that you too may want to get a little freaky, and it might just feel good.
Real good!
Maybe even too good.
I thing you call me freaky because I let me fingertips wiggle my hips.
Hips in motion. Strokes the magic potion. Lotion, lotion, lotion. All because my fingers don’t do limp when I’m almost there.
Think how exciting it would be If you could discover you feel like me
Taking one, two, three, four, or more at a time is all fine. Better get yours Because you know for damn sure I’m getting mine.
And I know that at any time, I can have my peace sign close together
For unless I become a thief in Medina I'll be freaky for ever. M. A. S., T. U. R., B. A., T. I. O. N., My friend to the end! |
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