Raw Honesty

I don't want intimacy, not right now.  I just want an orgasm.  Like a candy bar or a good film, I want to enjoy a good splurge.  I just wanna get inside and rub back and forth and feel that mind-blowing high of cumming! 

I am tempted to judge my feelings now, reign it all in and put it in context, explain it and or reprimand myself. 

But I won't.  I'll just let it sit here.  My want.

Do my deepest and darkest secrets make me inherently bad?  Does covering up my secrets really cover up my shame?  What if exposing them actually brings light which shows that I'm actually worth better?