40″,34″,44″

hour glass

they call it,

my curves.

the end numbers

used to

match up precisely.

hips spread

in recent years.

in anticipation,

of a baby

i refuse

to grow within.

not that

i don’t enjoy

taking you

into my body.

it’s my

pinnacle, when you

release your

seed into me.

i’m certain

a deep primal

explanation exists.

i don’t care

to examine.

i’ve simply never

wanted to

bring tiny humans

into this

sad broken world.

never met

a man that

could live

up to title

of Father.

i had three

flawed examples.

i know for

a fact

it is an

impossible job.

one very few

men can

handle and i

refuse to

go solo for

such an

important life commitment.

i will

continue to protect

my womb,

and enjoy practicing.

explore my

valleys and caves.

run your

fingers along my

milky skin.

climb my peaks,

dive into

my abyss and

bathe in

my hot springs.

no obligations