The Beauty of a Man's Stomach

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Just a poem I wrote cause I really adore men's stomachs.
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Comfort, and warmth
To put my arms around
To lay my head down
And feel the softness of him
To gently kiss, as I tease down his chest
Making sure to caress
Every inch that piques my ardour
What am I waiting for?
Teasing but not for the sake of cruelty
For I want so badly, too
But to kiss on his soft tummy
Seems like a promise to be true
And if he wants more
After he comes undone
He may pull me onto
His belly above his pelvis
And guide my hips with his hands
To ignite pleasure in both of us
Connected in many ways
And everytime his shirt lifts up
I catch a glimpse of one part of who I adore

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