I'm SORRY?? Literally what kind of shit was I on [CW its about being horny]

I don't do poetry like ever, so the fact I just fucking wrote this yesterday is surreal??

To be starved of your basic needs. You yearn for luxuria, and yet you stand before me wailing your sorrows of celibacy.

Eros is no crime. Indulge your macabre sense of eroticism.

Never allow me to go down the rabbit hole of words I think are cool ever again or else this will be a recurring thing

Horny poetry? In my Mormon state? Lock me away, officer

I actually kinda wanna get into poetry now though??? Like, I've never really cared for it, but writing this was fun.