How can I write about something unseen
What is pubic hair I often wonder
When it comes to my Anthi Kanéna
Her pussy is smooth like a butter bean
Am I committing some kind of blunder
She is sleek like the bust of Athena
O my Anthi feels like a sunny dream
From her toes to her nose to her forehead
Her creamy skin feels like heaven in spring
It is M, I mean me, who starts to steam
Yet I am not sorry you were misled
We were but three weeks before the wedding
I was being naughty like she taught me
Oh Anthi in all things is a beauty
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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