in the middle of my moisten slit
In the middle of my heat
In the middle of my rapture
Where your fingertip is residing,
Causing chills to shoot up my spin,
Sensations to run deep into my loins
Where vibrations shake the inside of my womb walls
Where your fingertip ease forward deeper into my scared space,
Easing in and out and around, causing my river to flood its banks from the surreal sensations...
Yes right there,
In the middle of my softness,
That's colored pink...