Giant women

giant women

 

 

 

Giant women

 

I love giant women.

Her deep booming voice of demand.

Her strength that holds me

tight to her bosom.

I am weightless in her care, servant

to her movement.

Obedient to her wishes.

But I freely and willingly submit to

her vice,

her voice,

her reason.

For in those moments.

she is everything to me.

My protector, provider, lover.

My strength for life.

Yet, tis all but an act.

An alter ego,

a fantasy.

Put on for fun and laugh.

If only she knew, I wish it to be true.

I am sad when it’s through.

I love giant women,

with all my heart.

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