I’m sorry, my breasts were never meant to look like they’re jumping out at you like 3-D
I’m not a Broadway cinema, sit in the right seat just to stare at the center of my chest
You can eat the extra buttery popcorn
You’ll never oil my bottom, tinting my skin
On the screen, see me arch for another man
Let me be a woman enjoying my pleasures
Look me in the eyes as I make my moans
Don’t buy a ticket just to see my holes
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Author:
Nerd (
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- Category: Erotic
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Sex object the theme of this poem a piece of meat. This is where passion overrides love or friendship and becomes a throwaway one night stand. Well written.
Our bodies can be viewed as carnival rides by some, but nobody rides for free ☺️ We should be proud of our bodies but it’s not our job to stinulate casual observers. Well done!
Thank you all so much :3
Nerd, this hits hard. There’s anger here, but also a fierce insistence on being recognized as a whole human being rather than something existing for somebody else’s consumption. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you
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