Gaze
I see you,
staring at my tits.
So fascinated.
Nothing has changed
since last you looked.
It’s always when I wear
a dress
made for a smaller chest
that I notice it, your eyes
burrow in.
I spill over,
warm water in a tub.
Do you wonder
how deep you need to dive,
how wide you need to spread me
open by
the ribcage to find my heart?
You have far to go
through my bare, naked armour
into me.
Horror Sleaze Trash 