I’m a catabolic woman
Stimulating
Dangerous
I want a slow hand
across my sagging breasts
spiralling nipples
tummy rolls thighs love handles
a wet tongue that adores
the many craters of my hot skin
me vivid with desire
shouting
nonsense as lust unravels
This landscape
sticky with you
won’t be enough
Years later
maybe sooner
Reality sneaks in
This could be enough
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