Her legs are long and smooth
lightly covered with soft hair,
so light her mother said once
that it needs not be tampered.
But she is in the mood of getting
into the fad, the uproar of waxing,
she simply wants to experience
the ritual of one's beautification.
The smell of hot wax crowds the
room while a smile balances itself
on her lips. She imagines herself
on a tropical island enjoying
summer breezes as she slathers
the cooling wax on her leg,
followed by a strip of Muslin.
As soon as she feels the skin
tightening up, she reaches for
the strip's end and peels...
Yeeooww!
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