I’ve never before been into
someone with such small breasts
I like my hands to overflow with them
to see their teardrop form
blood rushes to imagine the color of their cups
satin or lace that binds and uplifts
I normally recoil at someone with
a frame so slight ribs reveal in a side stretch
so strange to find myself wanting
to collide with your bones, to carefully
avoid crushing you under my weight
I can get lost in the contours
and folds of the feminine form
but how can I hide in you
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