I just went to the grocery for the third time this week <br />My wife keeps running out of crap like coffee...or creamer <br />I never drink coffee...never...under any circumstances.... <br />I'm only addicted to the booze and masturbation <br />Just like the pervert hanging out in front of the store.... <br />I digress... <br />We walked hand in hand....she was feeling a little depressed <br />and needed my reassuring touch.... <br />Plate glass windows can add fifty pounds to a girl's figure <br />Sort of like those crazy carnival mirrors... <br />I am not sensitive about my weight....as long as I still see it.... <br />I'm okay if you know what I mean <br />I looked to my left and there was an extra plus size girl <br />She was like a mountain moving towards the automated doors <br />Three fifty and a few pounds more...tight jeans hanging down around bulging hips <br />and arms that wiggled like Jell-O on shaky kitchen table <br />I bid her 'Hello' and allowed her to enter ahead of us both <br />My wife looked at me like I was checking her booty out.... <br />I most definitely was...I confess...big women really turn me on.... <br />So.....moving on before I feel the urge <br />After paying for our purchases of ice cream sandwiches and pies <br />I chuckled to myself about my wife <br />She noticed my bemusement and was curious as to what <br />My cute little dirty old man grin was about.... <br />She asked me why? So I went on and told her...as the bluesman said.... <br />She'd forgotten the coffee and creamer...'Right'__ <br />But really that wasn't it at all... <br />Having followed the very large but still attractive girl around the store <br />Behind her blockade of denim....up and down every other aisle..... <br />I chuckled knowing my wife was now feeling good in her own body <br />And I would have room in the shower tonight...where she could dropp the soap <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-like-big-butts/
