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A Poem to All the Women Who Think Twice About Loving Their Bodies
Stick thin doesn’t do it for me
I think they look ill
Desperate for a meal
You always say to me
You hate your belly
As a mother of three
You look awesome to me
I love your curves,
The perfect silhouette
When the lights are dimmed
The moon shines through the window
And dances around your form
I love your shape
And love your shapely behind
I know every single inch of your luscious frame
I honestly wouldn’t change a single thing
To me you are simply a goddess
In fine female form
Real men prefer curves
I am a real man
I am yours.
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Submitted to ArtParasites by Zero Bravo
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