Now that they were not shielded by padded clothing
And they made her feel so insignificant
As she wondered if her stomach reached further than her breasts
She traced a journey of a drop of sweat
That traveled from her neck to between her soft mounds
Kissing the short hairs on her belly
To the dark curls shielding her womanhood
And she remembered how she had felt
As his lips had followed a similar route
Stopping to kiss where her dark skin
Turned an even darker shade of brown
And she realised that although
There were signs of arousal
Nipples standing proud, for instance,
She had felt nothing but a deep distance from reality.
