thursday -insomnia
Women know a woman’s form. We look at ourselves from when we are small and we watch our angles turn to curves and we watch our curves turn to angles.
She compliments me on my shoulders, something so very simple when she says to me - you have pretty shoulders.
When I look in the mirror I don’t see the nice ass that he sees or the full breasts that he sees or the legs that wrap around him that he sees. I see my shoulders. My hand to the curve of that part of me.
Women know a woman’s form.
*the insomnia is the typists
She compliments me on my shoulders, something so very simple when she says to me - you have pretty shoulders.
When I look in the mirror I don’t see the nice ass that he sees or the full breasts that he sees or the legs that wrap around him that he sees. I see my shoulders. My hand to the curve of that part of me.
Women know a woman’s form.
*the insomnia is the typists