Book-lined shelves, musty, quiet
Me, alone, aroused, silent
The urge to touch. powerful, stronger
Mind adrift, can wait no longer
My hand slid up my thigh
Under the skirt, I sighed
No one would know, no one would see
Just me and my dirty fantasy
I stroked myself slowly
Feeling every ridge, every fold
Pleasure built with each caress
As I lost myself in my private hell
Faster, harder, i moved my hand
Breaths coming quick, lost in the sand
The ache in my core grew hot
Ready to explode, that’s what I got
Climax hit me hard and fast
Legs shaking, it was a blast
I stifled my moans, biting my lip
Hoping no one heard my secret trip
Collapsing back in my seat
I let out a shaky sigh of defeat
The thrill of my naughty public act
Had left me spent, completely whacked
I’ll be back for another round
Whenever the urge is unbound
The library’s my secret spot
To touch myself and never stop.
