They call it the Poon, the Cooter, the Cho-Cha,
the Cooch, the Muff, the Penis Fly Trap, the
Yahoo, the Honey Pot, the Pink Taco, the Woo-Woo,
the Foof, the Hairy Potter, the Flaming Lips,
the Sticky Bun, the Pecan Pattie, the Field of Dreams,
Too long women have hidden from it,
the big V, she who shall not be named,
Call it by what it is,
In whatever shape, form or color,
It's a vagina, get over it.
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Ambivalent
PoetryEvanescent were my thoughts, Until the sight of you became manifested in my daydreams, And I find myself ambivalent~ thinking unrequited love renders me unwilling to let go, but knowing, with miserable rumination, that the heart only heals when...
