i know what those cakes in the fridge are really for. its impossible for that many “birthdays” to take place in may. you know i cant handle leftovers and you want me to gorge. you want to see me on the floor, so fat i cant get up without your help. you want my belly to ripple and swing everytime you kiss it. you know i love it too.
i want to feel the creak of this chair as i sit down. i want to feel every ounce of fat on my body with every movement i make. i want you to feel my softness sink into yours. i just want to make you happy