With my two fingers
As an Olympic figure skater
And your flat little tummy as my rink,
I haven’t felt so safe skating on thin ice.
Gliding
Sliding
Twirling
Making rings around your
Funny little naval.
They say we skinny folk
Are nothing but bone and sleeves,
But I’m seeing more than a spine now.
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