I’ve never been a mind reader I’m just another hedonist, pure pleasure seeker What I see in you, I see in other women So many of them wonder what I do to keep them coming
Come to my bed, I’ll make you come to your senses I don’t love you at all, so there’s no false pretenses I’m using you as a cover for the insecurity I experience Self-degradation makes me impatient But *** saves my delirium
Once I have you stripped down to bare flesh There’s no affection in the actions I take next I’ve have one to myself or shared two or three others No remorse for the feelings I’ve damaged under the covers
Will I ever grow to love? I doubt highly My mysterious façade is a mask I wear proudly Never take advice from the pleasure in my vices Self-indulged human praising sins so righteous