Shaving

The water is hot
Running off my body
Between my breasts
Off my nipples
Down the curve of my belly
To my pussy.

I lather the bubbles
Soft, sweet smell
And rub them to my skin
My hands brush my lips
Creamy skin made rough
Stubble, dark prickle.

My razor sharp,
Shining, glistening wet.
Unsheathed and ready.
Pulling the skin taut
I gently begin my attack
Gradual cleansing.

The blade cuts through
Easy, like butter
Leaving a path behind.
I bend and contort,
To reach every one,
Clear, smooth, perfection.

Fingers reaching,
Rubbing, checking.
Just to make sure.
Symmetry or none?
Nothing to remain I decide
Off it comes, one and all.

Later I check myself once more
Marvel at the site
Smooth soft belly
Continues down
Female form, unhindered
Perfection.