Her eyes were closed in concentration,
And her hoof shook with the effort
For as she watched the candle wax melt down,
She shakily wrote a letter.

Her letter was a simple one –
Something with but one simple use
The writing process, however,
Made her mind scream in abuse.

For she had no idea how to phrase it,
Nor did she know what to write
Her eyes glanced to the ticking clock
It was far too late at night.

Her mind was ablaze with thought
And something else was ablaze, too
For she was in her heat cycle,
And there was little she could do.

Her options were few
She could count them on one hoof
In fact, that left her only one
And at that thought, she once-more shook.

For the lonely purple mare
Had none to call her own
But still, her lower lips glistened,
And, with arousal, shone.

Her heart beat was frantic
And she took deep breaths and counted
For this problem was one she couldn't take care of –
She just wanted to be mounted!

So, alas, Twilight Sparkle
Who was very much enthralled,
Found herself poised to send
Big Mac a booty call.

By: CalculusFilly