bedtime ritual

A ritual of release, in the dead of night,
Her fingers dancing, seeking delight.
Unable to sleep without reaching the peak,
Her body yearning, her soul so weak.

Desperate for pleasure, she turns to the vibe,
But even that can't satisfy her deep inside.
Trying to resist, trying to fight,
But the need for release wins out in the night.

Porn on her screen, a tempting lure,
Searching for something to make her pure.
A camgirl's show, a flicker of hope,
To help her cope, to help her grope.

Just five minutes, she tells herself,
Just enough to find some rest.
Her body on display, for all to see,
Readying herself for release, feeling free.

Comments flooding in, a mix of desire,
Some kind, some cruel, all fueling her fire.
On the brink of ecstasy, she hears a voice,
A simple message that makes her rejoice.

"You're perfect," it says, a simple truth,
In a world of judgment, it's a gentle soothe.
Hours pass, the webcam still on,
Her body asleep, her soul withdrawn.

But tomorrow is a new day, a fresh start,
She'll face it with courage, with an open heart.
For in the darkness, she found a light,
In the eyes of strangers, she found delight.