That Day

That was the day her breasts

rose up, areola and nipples and velvet skin,

all on their own, and took back

their sanctity, their


That was the day she knew

she was a Goddess

of the richest kind, no matter

what he said or how

he said it

J. Pratt-Walter, © 8/5/2017

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