I wish my mommy would put me on my knees and make me worship her belly?
Pull my hair sharply to direct where she wants my kisses and hands to go, let me grip those plush thighs, as I stare up at the globe of your softened belly in wonder.
Use me mommy to make your poor stuffed belly feel better, as I sit as your feet showing you just how much I love your growing gut and how much I want it to get even bigger







