She gets stared at all the time
Boys want a piece of her enormous dime
I'll tell you what's she's not to me
She's not some fetish I use to get myself off
She's not some piece of flesh to oogle and stare at
She's not my next one night lay or my 'ew I'm glad she's away'
She's incarnate divine
She's built like hopes and lillies packed into a glazed cinnamon bun
An amazonian goddess with visions and dreams that probably even rival mine
I want to know her secrets, savour her goals and have her thighs wrapped around my torso
Does she see how beautiful she is to me though?
Ah
These little lines may not convey the love I hold for the curves she portrays
My bedrom bully of a big girl.

~B.V 27 Jul 2022.