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MY PUSSY
I have loved it for quite a while.
I was born with it and it will be with me until I die.
It is my blessing and my curse.
My love and my hate.
Yet today I got reacquainted with it.
I looked at it and how I had been feeling.
Deserted, desperate, homeless.
Ugly, unattractive although I am loved.
My love gave me the idea.
It was something I hadn’t done in a while because
I had two ex girlfriends who hated it being cleaned.
Yet me myself I love a clean pussy. My clean pussy.
I used to go to spas and have it done.
A cleansing, purification of my once hairy self.
I had one girlfriend tell me that she hated a clean pussy due to the fact
That she felt like she was raping someone and another tell me it made her feel like she was with a child.
So I let my hair grow, me being from a spa generation of enjoying my spa days.
My love, first love of all my lifetimes said to me.
Honey, if it makes you happy, I’m okay with it.
I realized then like me, she loves a clean pussy.
So today I took a long shower and cleaned up my once hairy self.
Looking at what I had missed for a few years I had to touch it.
It looked so good, like it just needed a tongue to go deep inside it or fingers to dwell within.
I felt like me again, the writer, lover, friend, beautiful person who hid behind the hair.
It was freedom having me back again, that part of my self.
A cleansing had occurred not just on the outside, but in.
My cleaned pussy helped me to find me again.
