My secret desires are playful and intense
You can't imagine the endorphins they dispense
In the depths of my mind all times of the day
You'd be in shock if it were on a screen for display

I might be licking my lips... Mmm
While imagining the rotation of my hips
There are subtle signs to be found
But you won't hear a peep, not a sound

Private pleasures play out in my head
Until the day, my appetite is fed