Vagina Chronicles

it's something like this....

a personality between my knees, but the only difference is that she has a mind of her own
even when I'm not aroused and feeling sexual, she's always in the mood
walking around with her is like walking around with my emotions
I can play hard and rough all I want to, but in the end I know that I'm a soft rose

entering into her gates is like a death trap if your intentions aren't right
must I continue to remind the men of the modern day world that she and my heart are connected
no matter what the circumstance, I feel as though she's my enemy at times
why must I have to carry around a target that all heterosexual males fall prey to

sometimes, I wish my vagina could be replaced with my heart,
therefore I would have my heart in two places
a man wouldn't have any other choice but to love me, because my vagina wouldn't be there
but thinking realistically, I know why God gave me my gift and curse
my gift to give life, and life more abundantly
my curse to give pleasure in ways a hand or mouth can not give

why must I think this way, so eccentric and blunt
but, the truth is told that my vagina is definitely separate from my heart and mind,
and yet they all tie in with one another
maybe I'm thinking too much into it,
maybe I'm not thinking enough at all
but, it seems to me that all women have gone through this, some going back and forth

don't get me wrong, I like sex just like the next one
but since when has sex been everything
must have my vagina parading with how I dress, act, or talk
seems as though the people are attracted to the raw energy of a sexual expressive individual
and yet, I don't like walking around speaking those vagina stories
in response to the wetness that falls from my thighs to knees, I'm sick of vagina...
rescue me, please......

this vagina chronicle of mine is a constant cycle, having a constant cycle
emotionally, she speaks the truth
the thighs don't lie, neither does she

physically, she speaks the truth
the thighs don't lie, neither does she

my vagina chronicles ties in with the fact that I'm more than just my vagina,
I'm an intelligent human being with goals, morals, and standards
but I can't ask a man to think the way I do, because most of the time,
he's thinking between his knees, meeting my vagina half way,
thinking of what's in between mine

.....Vagina Chronicles...

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