Sorry, Ladies, Generic won't do

Pulling the panties off, always exciting, but what do I see?
Oh, no, another generic pussy.

What is it with these women regressing into pre-pubescence?
Such mendacity, the sameness of them all with this sacrilegious clearance.

Whatever happened to diversity, that individual scent?
Since primordial times, honey, the veritable bush is what nature meant.

That original rain forest, the wild and delectable morass.
Oh, to breath it in, to touch it, to look at it, to lay my cheek upon this v-shaped patch of grass.

But now gone.  Is this the result of years of sufferance, the crowning achievement of sisterhood,
to become indistinguishable from the each other, to bring out the baldy brigade because you could?

I beseech you, ladies, let the garden be;
afterall, it's an integral part of your sensuality.

Please, please, ladies, don't say no;
On the contrary, just let it grow, let it grow.