My other self

I look at myself naked in the mirror, turning my body slowly,
posing with lust, observing myself with desire and eagerness,
I dip my hands into the fibers of my brown hair,
messing them up, playing a little,
to then arrange them over my small breasts,
I caress the curve of my torso up to my hips,
I like it, it excites me to look at myself,
my lack of bust is compensated by the size of my buttocks,
I want to fuck myself,
taking one hand away from the other, to immerse myself in my own desire,
one of them, runs over my navel and flutters in the crotch,
but with the other I go over my neck imagining that they would be your kisses,
what a pity my dear that you missed all this,
with how delicious my white skin is burning with fire,
with my eyes closed I pull the nape of my neck a point of stimulation that relaxes one hundred percent,
I can feel the humidity, dripping wet the panties that just fell to the floor,
I don't need to put anything inside,
the penetration of your fingers in my swollen vulva is richer,
and I know how my dull moan sounds in the first attack that leaves us burning. How do you feel? Do you miss me? Are my moans haunting you?
I know baby, I'm a sexual being who loves sex,
And you missed all this,
There are more bodies, more souls,
But there's only one "me" who would fuck you all night,
And still beg you for more, even if you're dying,
Who's gonna look at you with "fuck me" eyes?,
Flirting with you half naked, not afraid you'll tear her apart,
Meanwhile, her body reaches ecstasy, begging you to let go,
Who's gonna bite your body? Or incite you to have sex any time,
Imagine my naked body, the little you remember,
That you'll never have me again, my love.