I used to be
afraid of my *****
thought it looked loose
and unusually mushy.
I thought my first time
having ***
would be lights off
in an insecure mess.
I'd been told
"they're all unique"
but I'd look at mine, teary eyed
and couldn't even speak.
It wasn't until I went
lights on with a girl
and I still thought she was
the most beautiful thing in the world
that I realized how
she felt the same
and we only put
our own bodies to shame.
So I want to write an ode
to my beautiful ******
and give her the love
she deserves.
(p.s. I named her Carolina)