I Don't Need a Size 2 to Know You Want Me

I don't know if you can handle this girl.
Baggy t-shirts and hips that don't quit.
I'll stay up all night laying beneath the
sheets, proving to you how much they can
just keep on going. I know I don't have to
worry about the bags under my eyes, or
the knots tied in my hair. You will grab me
by the hand and kiss my mouth as if I was
a princess. Dressed for the ball. You'd twine
your fingers within mine giving me a future
I could only hope for.

I feel chills as I strip off the thong placing it
on the chair. My shirt slides down my shoulder
and I straddle your hips. You make me feel as
if I could make the whole world desire me.
I twine my fingers in your hair, breathing in
your scent. I may not wear makeup and dress
in high fashion. But, I know how to make you
want me. I know how to be beautiful without
the cover ups.

I feel thrills that you only have eyes for me.
I may not be the skinniest girl around, or have
the brightest smile. Or the perfect skin. But,
I could rub you raw with my sexuality my
confidence you insure inside me. I laugh softly
like a succubus, like a siren. You hear my call
and plead for more. I don't wear perfumes and
wear my hair just right. But, you will be attracted
to my natural scent.

It'll draw you in and trap you.
Between my heart and my ribcage.
I'll keep you safe. These legs are for you
only. My arms are for your neck, for your
body. Sometimes I feel empty inside and the
tears I can't help but cry. And you find every
single beautiful thing about me within them.
Making me feel precious. Making me know
I own this beating heart of yours.

I'll give you the ride of your life.
The love you will never understand and every
single bad bit of me. I feel comfortable in my
baggy jeans and off the sleeve t-shirt as I sash-sway
my hips I know I got you on your knees. Begging
for more. Grabbing me by the hand pulling me close
into your sweet embrace. You love every single bit
of me, for me.

I strip my shirt off showing off the pink scars along
my tummy, I know I should be ashamed but, I don't
really give a shit. Your fingers skim across them,
sending shivers down my spine. Your kisses make
goosebumps scatter as my breath hitches. I know
you love even the flaws in me. I might not have the
little black dress. But I have the extra-large men's
black shirt that makes me feel insatiable as I strut
my stuff.

I'll put runaway models to shame. I'll make your
heart patter like the rain. I know I'm not size
two with no appetite. This woman of yours likes
a good cooked meal and is just fine with the fourteen
sized slacks that hang all over the floor. I spin around
like a broken silhouette I smile my dimpled smile.
Feeling like the world is watching me. I keep
swirling feeling your eyes following me. My hair
breaking out of the ponytail. My fingers fluttering
with the chewed on nails.

I know I'm a mess but, I feel the sexiest in this moment.
Knowing your eyes are on me. Knowing you appreciate
every single bit of this body, every single bit of this
personality. Pull me close and never let me go.
Tell me you love me and you will keep me forever close.
because I tell you now.

You will never get a girl like this again.
Who's everything and then some.
Just my baggy t-shirt and eyes filled with tiredness.
I know you love me even if I'm a mess.

• On Sunday, January 11, 2009, SilentStalker (1244) wrote:
  
  ...shit...and add a damn to it, for that matter...you shoulda seen my face when I saw who authored it; I had to purge some thoughts... :P
  
  
• On Sunday, January 11, 2009, Echoes of Orpheus (693) wrote:
  
  I don't think I've ever read a piece like this from you, and I've read nearly all of them :P I loved it, still your style of writing and elements of your ever-present themes but this piece brings in a lot more, truth and a statement.
  
  
• On Sunday, January 11, 2009, zhade and shanea (41) wrote:
  
  I love this piece alot. This proves that there is no such thing as ugly and beauty is not in the eye of the beholder but the selfconfidence of the user! Brilliant just brilliantly played out. I started to read it and got hook into it. It was like a wormhole just pulling me in more and more with each word that was written. I Could not release myself of the hold that this put me in.
  
  
• On Sunday, January 11, 2009, elisa (1891) wrote:
  
  an intimate moment in a crowded room. sticky sweet poetry. i love