A Poem - file under Too Much Information

Ode to Maria - Who Waxes My Snatch

You are an interesting woman.

juxtaposed

your wit and personality
do not match the
softly playing pan flute
that all spas are mandated

Strip down
you say
hop on the table

there is no shame
there is no need

Why beat around my bush?

We both know why i'm here

there is no pretense, no softly lit room
no gentle drape of a towel for
modesty's sake

Ooh,
you say
That was a big one

on a scale of
1-10
that was a 9

My most delicate of

lady bits

being ripped apart

and then soothed by your gloved
hands.

Sweet Mexican Maria from Mazatlan

You do not mind my vjay jay

you watch for 'ingrows'

your accent
adorable

Maria, who buffs my muff
Who tears the hair
who rips from the tip to the tail
who lays all my best laid plans bare....

the more you wax, the more it wanes