Unshaven

In a world where time stands still,
I let my pubes grow with free will.
It started as a rest for my skin,
A break from razors, a chance to begin.

A week turned to two, then three,
A month went by, it went wild and free.
No longer smooth, no longer shaved,
I embraced my bush, undeterred and unswayed.

Oh, I remember the last close trim,
Back in April, just a little whim.
Labia smooth, a delightful sensation,
But since then, no razor's temptation.

So my pubes grow, wild and untamed,
In my knickers, they're proudly named.
Back in my 20s, the last time they were this long,
since then i started shaving, it felt good and strong.

Once again, I am love with my pubes
Its now what I guess most people would call a full bush.
I love how it looks and I love how it feels.
I love running my fingers through it, stroking and caressing it

I also love pulling and tugging on it.
Something about that sensation that just feels so fucking good.
The hair is so soft and I have to admit
I think it looks rather sexy when I look down at it.

I made a promise deep in my heart,
To save the shave for a special part.
Someone to see, someone to adore,
But those plans vanished, now no more.

Smooth skin under my fingertips,
A feeling that awakened the sensual eclipse.
Partners liked the look, it was a treat,
But I shaved for myself, my desire so sweet.

Yet, truth be told, I've grown quite fond,
Of this new bush, in its natural bond.
I stroke and tug, the hair so soft,
Looking down, I find it sexy, aloft.

No grey hair in sight, not yet at all,
I smile at each strand, standing tall.
I asked him for his thoughts, you see,
He said, "If you like it, keep it for thee."

70's bush may not be his taste,
But he loves me, regardless, with no haste.
So for now, I'll keep it, this wild affair,
Embracing my body, its earthy flair.

Untamed and wild, it feels so right,
A primal connection, day and night.
As I wait for the day love will be near,
I cherish this bush, my own frontier.