thank the humid place between my legs
for being the only ***** of mine not to take it personally
perhaps because we are so safe and secure
you would have to unfold me, trim the weeds around
                                        this secret, secret house  

somewhat abandoned
and no longer the host of such hopscotch games
because once your round thumbprint made me so sore

I do not forget the care you took to separate petals
like eyelashes caught on a dangerous rim
but now it is for defense, such a mechanism
something to prevent intruders, beggars, from barging in
                                  these lips, an alarm system

oh, I do hate to make you leave
but my ****** is the only ***** I have that does not take
everything personally