Sweet Rolls Poem by John Hunch

Wobbles with each step,
Layers,
Flabs,
Soft,
Yet sweet.
Large,
Yet delicate.
The ground rattles under her tremendous foot.
Her worldly waddles
Perhaps a men's size 14?
Not nikes,
Not wide enough for her vast platted hoof

Each jiggle, a symphony, soft and round
If love were a buffet, your heart's my plate
All you can eat.
The more the merrier, they say
Until it is measured in pounds.
I want to suffocate in her love handles
A tight grip
I want to peel back layers.
For her,
I will explore untouched terrain
Scrape the filth between her rolls.
Love.
I love her.
All 742 pounds of her.