40″,34″,44″
hour glass
they call it,
my curves.
the end numbers
used to
match up precisely.
hips spread
in recent years.
in anticipation,
of a baby
i refuse
to grow within.
not that
i don’t enjoy
taking you
into my body.
it’s my
pinnacle, when you
release your
seed into me.
i’m certain
a deep primal
explanation exists.
i don’t care
to examine.
i’ve simply never
wanted to
bring tiny humans
into this
sad broken world.
never met
a man that
could live
up to title
of Father.
i had three
flawed examples.
i know for
a fact
it is an
impossible job.
one very few
men can
handle and i
refuse to
go solo for
such an
important life commitment.
i will
continue to protect
my womb,
and enjoy practicing.
explore my
valleys and caves.
run your
fingers along my
milky skin.
climb my peaks,
dive into
my abyss and
bathe in
my hot springs.
no obligations