You Come, Girl Poem by Ima Ryma

You Come, Girl



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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