To Our Men While We Are Awaiting Our VisitorA Poem by Marie AnzaloneC made me do it...Enjoy the D-cups while ye may These breasts so fantastically swollen tender and sensitive defines the day as this week, ye shall also often find me bawlin'.
The glorious feel of abdominal bloating as my pants go up three full sizes and progesterone makes me start doting on the world's saddest headlines as the sun it rises.
This time be best which just precedes my womb's monthly gifting the littlest slights upon which my temper feeds help make my company now so damned uplifting.
Be not shy, dear man, and use this time to fleetingly partake of this bosom of thy dreams if you survive this week to reach your prime bulwark thy self for next month's banshee screams.
© 2013 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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Added on January 25, 2010Last Updated on April 1, 2013 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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