Growth

With thought and care he makes his way around –
A joyous mood with which he saunters through.
His shirt it seems does little to eschew
The growth so tight upon his torso bound.

His rear and thighs in denim are confined
And each round curve is clearly, amply shown.
It is my piercing gaze that can’t be known;
Behind them lies my wild and carnal mind.

This mind explores his flowing adipose –
That fills and strains on each and every thread;
Of garments oh so small and barely spread –
Across his flesh as he so quickly grows.

A smile does spread across his chubby face
In my direction as my heart does race.

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