I’ve never before been intosomeone with such small breastsI like my hands to overflow with themto see their teardrop formblood rushes to imagine the color of their cupssatin or lace that binds and upliftsI normally recoil at someone witha frame so slight ribs reveal in a side stretchso strange to find myself wantingto collide with your bones, to carefullyavoid crushing you under my weightI can get lost in the contoursand folds of the feminine formbut how can I hide in you
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