Drawing excitement from a void;
Vibrating though my soul.
Separating my work from my pleasure,
Melting my tension into abyss.

And we become one.

Slick with my love, out of me and through me.
And through my mind, it has but one desire.
Not just any but myself.

And I become undone.

Although it never leaves me, I come for it often.
Letting the bliss of my delight wash over.
My orgasmic respite soothing habitually.

And it needs a name.

Is it love or just lust that I trade for moments of amity?
Or is it a tutor in self love,
That I have found in the shuddering joy?
The time for me, alone in harmony.

So I’ll call it my own!

Departs but returns making my time playtime.
All alone in my playtime but for my toy.