You Come, Girl - Poem by Ima Ryma
I am Tefina, I'm the one
To help gals get over F.O.D.,
Female Orgasmic Dysfunction.
Sometimes good sex needs a good prod.
A nasal testosterone spray,
Once I am pushed up a she nose,
Through the she bod I make my way.
No low voice or he hair grows.
Don't couple up right after me.
I need a couple of hours to
Make an orgasmic ecstasy.
Try to find something else to do.
When I've done my thing, she can tell,
Then do her thing, horny as hell.
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