Your small, so small
So wrinkled
So soft
You can not fill me
I can, I’m big
You’ll see
A tug, a pull
I’m growing bigger
No too small
Too weak
Too floppy
You’ll not fill me
I’m stretched
I’m harder now
My skin is taught
I’ll stretch you now
Slipping in
Gently first
Pushing harder now
I’m in you fit
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I hope you enjoyed this piece, I look forward to reading your thoughts (but please be nice).
Thank you
Caroline