Delta Of Venus Extolled or D.O.V.E.

Delta of Venus, mons venerus, labia majora, what's it all for. Huh?
Love would seem likely, sex without doubt, a place for tongues to hang out.
A cross roads for legs, a cul-de-sac, port for passion, target of attack.
Oblivion abyssal, homey love shack. The answer's inscrutable neither white nor black.
Society's dilemma, for women a fact. For men it's the point source for all that we lack.
It's the end of the beginning, the front of the back.
All I know is I love it and to what it's attached.