Adulation
for D
She trembles as his hand strokes her belly.
She’s not pregnant — just fat. He adores it.
Her form — like the art of Botticelli.
She trembles as his hand strokes her belly.
They squeal like a puppy with a new toy.
He’s slim, white; she’s round, brown — but they just fit.
She trembles as his hand strokes her belly.
She’s not pregnant — just fat. He adores it.
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A beautiful painting a beautiful love poem
Thanks – it’s for D!
🙂 I love the first two lines!
Thanks!
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Thanks!