A letter to you, Vagina,

There you are, wet + up for opening to love. Pulsating + distributing love filled oxygen to my extremities. Raw + covered in the natural brass-like hair + sweet earthly smells of this body we inhabit.

There you are. In the shower, tingling as the warm running water caresses your edges. In the ocean, contracting as the icy water splashes its way up our inner thighs. In the sheets, naked breathing + perspiring as I wrap these legs around a pillow, pressing your surface.

There you are. Red, as I tenderly wipe up the blood you no longer need. Dry, as I lay on the grass at midnight and allow him to enter you for the first time. Alive, as you tune into the pleasant adoration of his touch on our skin before completely violates our request.