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My
Vagina
is on fire.
Normally, it
slumbers for weeks,
months at a time, refusing
to respond to my occasional
prodding. But today it screams
at me so loudly that I'm sure everyone
in my biology lecture can hear it. The blaze
between my legs travels to my toes and up to my
cheeks, alerting all to my ordeal. I want a man, I want
a man, I want a man. My poor vagina doesn't understand
social proprieties. I want a man, I want a man, I want
a man. Why shouldn't I? I'm a healthy young woman
with physical needs, why must I always defy my
biology? I want a man, I want a man, I want
a man. Poor little vagina will have to go
hungry again, waiting and waiting for
the right man. Oh, what do you
say to your vagina when
the same old
prodding just
won't
do?
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