The Smaller Things

Everyone knows

that I think smaller is better.

Smaller muscles,

smaller ass.

Guys know

I like em thin.

But what they don't know...

is that when I'm all alone

with my phone,

a pic of a big dick

ain't always what I'm searchin'.

It's the smaller things,

and I don't know why.


It's those smaller things

that keep my hand preoccupied.

So enhralled,

can't stop staring.

Can't stop thinking

how bigger is better

yet here I am jacking away

to the smaller things.


Is it cute?

Perhaps.

But is it sexy?

Nah.

Yet I can't stop staring,

can't stop wondering

why I am here

jacking away

to the smaller things.


Truth is

like any girl,

I prefer bigger,

but I want the unfortunate to know

that someone could get off to you,

and that person is me.

Only problem lies

is if you can't stick it in.

Because I like it in me.


Still,

I wonder late at night,

what it's like

to press my lips on it,

to watch it move up and down,

to see why it is the way it is.

The pressing matters at stake,

I always wonder why

I like the smaller things.