Brutal term. Vagina, a scabbard for a Roman sword.

But see how moist pliant lips envelop the intruder. How exquisitely crafted parts welcome our sturdy guest. (No blade ever accepted such sweet caresses.)

And while our intruder toils with his own concept of victory, our soft cushions and resilient folds support his manly struggle, uncomplaining and so generous in our lubrification.

Then with whispered words, a lifting of the hips, a tightening of certain muscles, we allow our victor to claim his laurel crown.

But as he sleeps, our own fingers remind ourselves of how it should be done.