It’s nice to have someone soft to balance me out. I love you for many reasons; one of the best is having you close. Insecurity doesn’t make sense to me, especially from someone as perfect as you. I try to understand, but I find the notion of being insecure about extra weight absurd. If it’s not causing you problems, who cares? I love showering your body with kisses, worshipping every inch of your skin. I love lifting your shirt and seeing your belly, watching you squirm when I focus my attention on your body. I murmur into your flesh, “So soft. It’s all for me, right? Just mine to love?”