The White T-Shirt
there is a white t-shirt that I wear
after I get home from work
each time I wash it
it shrinks just a little bit more
so that now it rides just below my breasts
revealing my belly button
and the curve of my stomach
that he calls sweet
~ by justmorgan on September 15, 2009.
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Tags: belly button, desire, erotic, poetry, prose, t-shirt, white