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Not to be confused with "Oh" or "Ow"

no way no how

It's the Ooo, Baby

That sound you make when it feels so good

it threatens to drive you crazy

and just maybe...

you want it to

Try as you may and do what you do; but baby...

You can't deny the Oooo

When words wont do it justice

and for that moment you've forgotten everything that you learned in school

Ooo

I mean...

nails digging into skin

that shit-eating grin

because you know all too damn well the position you've got me in

I mean...

Hair pulled and toes curled

deep arch in my back as you rock my world

deep swirls

the rotation in our hips as we move in sync

We're beyond coordination we don't even have to think

You sink

deep into my flower bed

I let go of my inhibitions and the racing thoughts leave my head

Then that sound...

so subtle, simple, smooth

I utter over and over Ooo

And in the cacophony

of our lascivious, primal and seemingly mindless clamoring

we reach this clarity together, this place of higher understanding

This place that doesn't allow for arguments, disdain, hatred, stress, and strife

This place that brings relaxation, soothing, and promotes new life

Something so simple

Something so true

Ooo