pss...yu, spy us.

why do i find it
so hard to admit,
that most of the time,
i think with my clit?
and why do i struggle
all day with my urge-
to grab my hot friend,
when the feelings emerge?
maybe the glory,
of letting this be-
would wipe out the stories,
of old fantasy.
but assessing the sensations,
i haven't yet
lict-
the ticl unravels
that i'm just edict.