Some days I wish they would take my Vagina away.
It was a gift some Christmas ago that’s rarely used,
Sitting somewhere in the basement gathering dust.
We tried to take It out to play with Its best friend, but It only sat on the swing and cried.
My Vagina isn’t excited anymore.
It craves love, passion, lust, but is too scared to leave the house;
Some days It fantasizes about the green fields and sunshine that await
But is too nervous
And alas, watches re-runs.