I might be eighteen, but I’ve never done it.

This is the first time, it is a wonder.

I didn’t think it would be with you.

Sometimes it happens, that’s how the world works.

Pink hearts flutter, this is true love.

My first crush, be still my heart.

You’re so pretty when your breasts bounce and jiggle.

I thought I’d never say that, but I did.

Dark areolas, nipples standing perky and tall.

Frizzly pubic hair, familiar and comforting.

The rhythm is gentle and natural.

But it builds up over time.

It’s so warm, mom. Warm and hairy.

And it throbs when you ride.

Please, please, don’t pull it out.

I know you should, but I have a gift for you.

Your thighs shudder and you moan “Aa-hah!”

When your womb catches what I give.

Wishes come true.

All I can say is, “Mom, I love you”.