It started with her, and a throw away line

yet the seed which was planted, was oh so sublime.

Her act of trimming, a then weekly chore,

became moments of bliss, that we both now adore.

The razor so sharp, was set on one side,

the soap, oh so creamy, was soon then applied.

My fingers with care stroked your dark hairy mound, 

the soap now applied, was encouraging sound.

The razor was pulled over skin so serene,

the flesh now appeared, where the bush once had been.

Your lips whispered pleasure as intimately then, 

the razor moved swiftly to develop your ken.

Revealed was your beauty in smooth dexterous ways,

as the razor did play, on your mound, on that day.

our delight became joy, as you stroked yourself there,

and you looked in your mirror and saw yourself bare.

Your lips, very swollen, are smooth to my touch,

once hidden by hair, are now silken as such.

My fingers caress, what needs kissing in front,

the once hairy pussy, the now hairless cunt