Pumped Up Ready to Pop

we’re all narcissists

admiring ourselves in the mirror we polished

rutting away at whatever

object helps us stroke one out

fellating our

ego

lips soaked

with envy

I can’t get off

watching you

writhe in your

own ecstasy

be more considerate

next time

you see me

indulging these masturbatory

urges

I’ll try not to

get any on you

but I make no

promises

exhibitionists

baring it all in

fabulous nudity

inflated phalluses and

vulvas

flaring dripping wet

from undivided attention

afforded them

unabashed hedonists

deriving pleasure from the stares

the gawkers

make it

hotter

what’s your catalyst

is it the drama

your sadness

your anger

maybe your extroverted nature

that fancy degree

or special

unique talent

everybody has something

it’s all one

long

edging session

leading up to

another

ruined orgasm