If you like be hidden and linger
Inside lingerie
Two or three lying on each other
Men see you
Through your picture in their hearts
What then is private about pudenda
That men see everyday?
And what is hidden about a part
That has an opening?
Fur covers and hides this hidden part
Like a very deep hole covered with grasses
That swallows a hunter chasing
A dear deer
See how open is the hidden part
Like a churchyard
To bury kerb crawlers
Who fool around with their lays
In a raunchy ranch, at the rutting season
He misses a lot, an impotent misogynist
Not man enough for girlish gist
Not man enough to smooch this smooth
And titillating part, for an offspring
This impotent man wouldn't have been born
'Cos he may not have any offspring
He may not be able to pour any thick liquid
On the hidden part of her that gives birth
This is a turn-off and makes his lady livid
But God never destroys a man utterly
When he takes a woman to the alter
Pays her dowry and marries her properly
Before performing experiment on
The hidden part of her...
I remain 
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