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Cellulite


Thick 

clotted 

cream

dolloped around my thighs. 

Wound beneath my butt 

like bacon wrapped shrimp 

salty, good, and dripping in grease. 

Gnaws through jeans 

grinds through tights. 

This cellulite 

might make my pants too tight. 

Butt jiggly ,

thighs overstuffed 

like a new mattress, 

and both centered around too big hips of steel. 

I love my thighs. 

No gap to see! 

There is no distance to breach. 

 

 

 

 

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