So fat

Fat. So fat. So fat.

Why is that?

Why is that.

Why is that…

what matters?

What matters?

What matters is this.

Living, loving, being

feeling, showing,  sharing

body holding, working, yielding.

 

All that I am is because

I have this body.

Fat padded. Flat footed,

breasts sagging, butt softened…

but softening the falls,

arms catching hold

of every sweet nectar drop

every fat drop of life

I can lick.

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