Lust and love...

A lust for thinness,
for boniness,
for what society deems as perfect,
that lust can sometimes turn love ugly,
can make it seem so, so -
so filled with self-hatred
and violence against one's own flesh.

But when one's lust is for softness, for roundness
for the beauty of bulging blubber,
for luscious love handles,
for pulchritudinous potbellies,
or cute soft rolls and folds of chub
growing in just the right places,
or the lust for thick creamy thighs or wide wobbly hips,
or delectable double chins,

or a lust, a desire really, for adipose covered bodies,
reclining in satisfaction, or hungrily rising,
waddling toward  tables heavy laden with tempting foods,
or staggering away from finished feast, the empty plates,

a big fat lust and addictive desire
for round billowy breasts and sensuously soft pliable flab,
the kind of flab you can feel, you can measure between thumb and forefinger,

a lust for life itself, for food and feasting,
for what makes us all human,
our hunger and our fleshiness,
our pleasures, our joys,

lust for the waves of
hunger and satisfaction, for hedonistic gluttony,
for delicious finger-licking decadence leading to .....
mmmmmoooooore and more --

and more to love.

Then that love, that love
born of that gluttony and lustiness,
is wondrous to have and to behold!