Time for an admiring man to speak up,
Of the subtle beauties of the plump gal.
The woman with more, not less.
What did Tom Wolfe say? (regarding architecture): “Less isn’t more, less is a bore”.
Her architecture draws me, and sets both heart and loins aflame.
The repeating curves: pleasurable to look at (and study), far more to handle and caress.
Better still, to grab, to press.
No frail petite china doll here, but robust, female and real. Excess?
Sure, why want less
Than you can fit into a handful? (as the French say).
The efficient ‘European’ versus our American cult of More.
A famous (petite) Latina singer apologizes for her humble breasts. I’ll take the mountain range.
A deep valley for hands, face, manhood. By contrast, male on extreme female.
Kneel over me, ample bosom, soft and jiggly,
Bigger gal with your broad magnetic hips and round bottom, sensuous and mobile.
Not lazy in bed but energetic, at once hungry and generous, in line with the generosity of her body.
She gives more. Silky contours, inside and out.
Enough to sink into, hands, teeth, and totality.
Explore it all, this vast land of love.
Nothing sinewy or sharp. No straight lines or angles; this is a gentle geometry of arcs.
The hesitant man’s fear: that the bigger woman needs a big man.
But she accepts her lover and is glad for his dedication. No need to fear her rejection.
She knows there are many ways to please, and be pleased.
A nibble of the toe, a kiss of the (dear!) double chin, a pluck of pink nipple.
A caress behind chubby knee, puddle on pillowy belly, the rub of plump thighs.
All warmth and wetness. No need to hold back; she won’t.
A woman to be loved and cherished.
Give her all she deserves, and more.