when they write about ******* they don't write about mine when I read the word "*******" I see mystical plump teardrops kisses from the gods tiny pink ******* perfect for putting your mouth on mine hang as I write slouched braless over my keyboard dark round odd things too big in all the wrong ways but alas they are still ******* after all
loving your body as more than the ****** image you've been spoon fed is an arduous journey