My Type
“I don’t know why, but
I have a thing for girls with thick thighs—
They’re absolutely attractive, damn near perfect.
Long hair, ah, long hair—so fun to play with,
To pull, to twist between my fingers.
A face so admirable, it’s worth gazing at forever.
Brown eyes,
Eyes so deep and mesmerizing,
Once I look into them, I can’t look away.
Older in age,
There’s something about her being older—
Like someone who can take care of me,
Like my mom.
She’ll scold me,
Teach me,
Correct me,
And above all, discipline me when I stray.
Her being shorter than me,
It’s so fun to tease her, to play,
Petting her, treating her like a kid,
But knowing she’s the one who grounds me.”