One morning I awoke and felt something new upon my skin. Perhaps an outer part I’d not discovered times before, but now a conscious effort to feel a hubble so close and near. Half asleep and dull to light, I savored well this new delight. I pressed my fingers all around and found it swelled upon its rosy twitch of skin.
I did awake and dress myself. No difference felt with closer sight. My friends took notice of some change, so concious I became how this part could guide my day. A grown-up lady now I felt, a new discovery of my bodies plight. So I learned more about this structure growing slow then popping-out what’s meant to go. Well not really so, it travels elsewhere then I presume and gives relief to some at least I know.
Funny thought I had with this, as my pimple is in the midst of some swifty Swiss, quite the pimpel stalking deep a truest phallus pure and mighty in my sleep.