Nymphomania

When I do it I love me When I don't I hate me I am beautiful lying upon my bed Open like a flower But I'm dirty And I won't reach heaven How did I go bad? Why did I go bad? My curves resemble a goddess Painted in watercolor Worthy of museum Then I’m nothing but a sinful woman Slave of herself Slave of a thought Thought like a parasyte I can't stand the burning My legs shake as if it were winter But the atmosphere is suffocatingly warm Like the cup of tea I forgot to drink No matter how connected to paradise I feel I have assimilated that I will never get there When I do it I love me When I don't I hate me