she sucked in her belly

and wished her thighs

were smaller

breasts a little perkier

arms more shapely

he studied her

in quiet stupefaction

awed by her curves

her hollows

her everything

You are a work of art

he kissed into her skin

she smiled

relaxed and

felt beautiful

The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Write Bitches are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are slightly edited, totally unscripted, spontaneous, super loose, and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.