Love letter to my pussy

Dearest pussy, 
Honestly, we started out life deeply connected in play, in wild adventures outside and dancing to the beat of our own drum. 

You and me go all the way back, issssssssh remember the time my foot slipped of my brother's bike and you took the full force of the impact. Poor labia swollen, bruised and hard for days after.  I am sorry I was too embarrassed to tell anyone and you suffered in silence.

Oh and I remember the time you decided to bleed right in the middle of a home basketball game, white uniforms of course. Together we raged on the bench after coach took us out. We didn’t give two shits about blood on some shorts - we were crushing it on the court!! We just wanted to play, ug bullshit!!

We've been through it all, literally...together we've experienced every kind of birth possible I think...that first time, when you pushed out a sideways baby, I remember thinking will I ever have an orgasm again, sorry to doubt your magnificence in that moment!!

Then you spilt an egg and made two babies, holy shit dude that was impressive!! I will forever be curious how, why, just looking to show off?

After a twin c-section you amazingly pushed out one more baby in a VBAC with ease - damn girl, you are strong!!! I am amazed.

I want to apologize for the times that felt like I didn’t know you or what moved you or what you wanted. In those moments of disconnection, I always knew deep in my bones you were waiting, that you are not a mystery, a divine gift. 

A gift of warmth, pleasure and dang girl, you smell and taste fucking delicious!  

You are my eternal source of light, you hold the power of manifestation and you are a portal to experience my royalty - slay queen! 

I think one of my favorite things about you is how turned on you get with nature, you light up when the wind dances across my skin, you delight in the heat of the sun and you long to dance wild under the moon. 

When I am connected to you, I walk as a ruler, nothing stops me, not one thing seems too big for me, nothing could possibly get in my way.  

So I want to make some vows to you, sweet pussy: 
I vow to honor our queendom
I vow to own our pleasure 
I vow to make magic together 
I vow to listen to your wisdom 
I vow to see you with loving eyes
I vow to hear your voice and listen to your instincts
I vow to keep you safe

You are my ride or die…literally, I’ll be riding you until the day I die.

Yours faithfully,
Melanie