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.