Beggining the Never Ending

I had just reached the age

Where my hariy legs

Could no longer be considered

Pre-pubescent

The time had come

for you to teach my the ways

of a woman

After bearing through

an awkward demonstration

I entered the water with nerves

Grasping a soapy bottle

and slathering my first

I glided the razor strokes

The beginning of a never ending

chore