I am slick.
I reach between my legs with two fingers,
And inside, I am so slick,
Like horse spit or snail trails,
Nothing like girls.
I gather scoops of my come on my two hooked fingers,
Bring them to my mouth — wet,
And eat myself for breakfast.
You are in some bed miles away imagining,
My horse spit slickness,
Riding on your thigh like a pony girl,
I fuck myself with my fingers,
Pull my mane – my labia,
Then spread my wet all over my belly,
Braying for more.