The Follicle is Born

I was born onto your soft skin

at the same time we started a kinship

I started as a stubble, softly protruding

and upwards growing not too intruding.

The years passed and I became longer

I caressed you and kept you warm.

In return, protecting me from the elements

of wind, rain, and sun, from harm.

You pampered me and kept me shiny.

Silkier and longer you have me growing

I caress you even more and feeling

your response is a pleasure knowing.

You brush me and I am ecstatic,

I am relaxed and straight with static.

I tingle your body when dry and again when wet.

Your enjoyment and fascination becomes my sentiment.

With a soft womanly touch I awaken,

first from the top to my ends.

Your smell is of sweet candles,

as you spread your scent I dangle.

I flow like the wind, and crest like the waves,

from the mountains to the oceans you take me.

To far away places, and private ones to know

Another day in serenity we grow.

Written by:

Tecra

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