O is for Ovulation
You light a fire in me.
There's a fire that I didn't think was ever there.
There's a feeling that you give me that I can't quite explain.
You turn on a faucet that overflows whenever you touch me. Let me sprinkle with love while you drown in my juices
then I want you to touch my soul.
I wanna worship every inch of you then take every inch because I'm the 7th Alphabet...A G.
You ain't never had a bitch like me to sit you down and tell you how I want it.This is sex and there's no rules besides fun unless fun comes with a price.
Can you handle the pressure or is that to straight forward?
Actually let me be gentle and let's talk.
Let's talk about how you run from love and how it scares you that you're in too deep.
Does the way my fingers creep across your chest make you nervous?
In this moment I want you to know you are safe here.
In my arms you'll always have a place here.
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