Baking a cake behide closed doors

Doors locked, blinds down,
the roughness of my body compressed by my pants,
rubbing ever so slightly.
Fuck, not this again.
I blame her tissue breasts
and plumb ass,
Shacking with the past of her skirt.
Fuck, not this again.
I'm just glad I'm female
otherwise I would be a laughing stock.
Danceing fingers pull at the zipper.
Fuck, not this again.
Slipping and slideing with it's new found partner,
Faster,harder,deeper.
Moans esecape my dry, opened mouth.
Fuck, not this again.
Other hand goes up the shirt,
Pressing hard going in circles,
Suddenly my fingers become sticky and wet.
Fuck, not this again.
Clean up, done and dusted,
Unlock the doors, the blinds go up,
walk out the room like nothing had ever happen.
I don't get why this hungery release is classed as a sin,
Hey at least I don't have to think about who's the daddy?
No broken condoms,
no STDS,
just me baking a cake.
Don't laugh, don't tell, don't bully,
you know you do it to.
Fuck, it's this again.