Beautyfully full

Look at that... Don’t tell me that isn’t beautiful. There is a curve the light adores A living secret under pores Not wine, not bread, not simple greed But someone taken past their need A lover tucked beneath the skin Pressed so close they hum within The belly rounds, the room goes still And beauty learns another will A shape of trust A pulse held tight A soft confession Under night Beautifully full With you inside My belly sings where you reside Every shift, every sound Makes my hands trace every round Beautifully full Alive with you So tightly kept, so warm, so true I hear you move, I feel you press And I love the shape of my tenderness I like the stretch, I like the proof The wicked little living truth The way you make my shirt pull tight The way my grin gets impolite I touch the swell and lose my mind Knowing who I’ve got confined Nice and neat, but not ignored Every little push adored Keep squirming. You look good on me. There’s pressure deep and pressure sweet A heavy rhythm under meat Your body trapped against my own Your muffled breath, my private tone I feel you turning when I laugh Feel you drag my pleasure back Round and tight and hot with sound I growl when you press around Oh, I can hear them Tiny little movements Like they’re answering Beautifully full With you inside My belly sings where you reside Every shift, every sound Makes my hands trace every round Beautifully full Alive with you So tightly kept, so warm, so true I hear you move, I feel you press And I love the shape of my tenderness I would cup the curve and breathe Let your fear dissolve beneath No outside world, no need to prove Just my body holding you A roundness earned by appetite A silhouette of chosen night A dirty miracle, sweet and tight A captive heartbeat done just right It’s not fair It’s too pretty I want to poke it I want to listen I want to be in there too Beautifully full With you inside My belly sings where you reside Every shift, every sound Makes my hands trace every round Beautifully full Alive with you So tightly kept, so warm, so true I hear you move, I feel you press And I love the shape of my tenderness Beautifully full With every sign Your hidden body answering mine Every breath, every touch Tells me I can keep this much Beautifully full Alive with you So tightly kept, so warm, so true I hear you move, I feel you press And I love the shape of my tenderness Stay there a little longer. You are safe. You are savored. You are felt. And you make her look beautiful.