Again. I feel your shirt between us like a barrier
I lean in,
whisper:
"Baby, compared to me you are all fat."
I won't deny the few extra pounds you carry around your waist, but that is not what i see.
Or, what i want to see.
I want to see the entire body that contains your soul.
I want to touch the muscles that surround your heart.
I have given myself to you a hundred times but I don't know if you have chest hair.
Can I even call myself your lover?