There is no savorVenus loves herself. She revels in her bodily rhythms. She thrills to the touch of her skin and the scent of her hair. She feels the sensations deep inside her belly when she curls her toes and strokes her feet. She learns early on the pleasures of her vagina and she glows with pride when the first buds of her developing breasts appear. She dances easily and celebrates her beauty, fascinated with every step of becoming and being a woman.
more sweet, more salt Than to be glad to be
what, woman. and who, myself