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Vagina monologue 3 ( From the collection: Unsent letters to my Vagina)
My Vagina is
Curtain shaped
Tulip shaped
Puff shaped
A horse shoe
Tucked in.
She is elastic,
and excited when
the weather is damp.
She blushes and cries
tears of joy at the stroke
of your pride.
She knows not to
appeal to force.
She responds to the
touch of love.
Love that reads the Braille
on her skin like a
blind man.
My Vagina is narrower
at the opening and
wider toward the
Cervix.
She is comely
She is timely
She is inviting especially
after the bloody Mary
war at the end of
the month.
My Vagina is mine.
She has a voice
A defiant voice.
Speak to her.
Be gentle when calling
her name.
She speaks in undertones
Memorize her tone.
And when you stroke
her into a living rage.
Make it pleasurable
Make her feel it.
Gently
Gently
Gently...
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So wow ❤
So funny....