A battle of the horn

Drunk texting and horny texting are as bad as each other,
Both have one intention of finding a quick lover.
But both will leave you in the morning with equal regret,
When you wake up and think 'fuck why did I text that sket?!'
You see when you're super horny, emotions run high.
It's like do I really fancy him? Or do I just want his creampie?
every dick's a great idea when you need a good drillin',
When my pussie's in overload she's far too willing.
All self control goes out the back door,
Kinda how I'd like someone to smash mine in some more.
I used to have standards when my pussy was satisfied,
But when I'm horny they all look good when they all have a cock I can ride!
I always said fucking an ugly guy 'cos you're horny is like eating a dirty kebab,
It's all good in the moment but fuck in the morning do you feel bad.
Trying to control the horn is like trying to cage a beast,
My brain is no longer functioning when my pussy needs to feast!
I know I sound a whore but it's really starting to take its toll,
I need somthing big and thick to fill my happy hole.
Don't tell me to go and fuck myself it's really not the same,
I need some real dick inside me to make my pussy rain!
So if you receive a text from me late at night which was deleted by the dawn,
Just know I wasnt there to say hello, I just lost a fight with the raging horn!