heart like yours

soft

"Its just that, Im not comfortable with my body okay?"

"Babe, hun, don't cry, look we don't have to do anything-"

"No," hot tears streamed down her face, "I'm not like other girls. I have bruising and scars and flab and stretch marks and-"

"Stop." The other girl demanded.

She looked down at the girl beneath her, trying to hide the tears that fell from her eyes. Her eyes puffy and hidden, ashamed to be admit these things and ashamed to cry.

She kissed the salty tears on her cheeks, "I love you. Every part of you. From your beautiful, smooth cheeks," she planted featherlight kisses upon the top of the now red faced girls cheeks, "to your slightly chapped lips," she gave her girlfriend a soft kiss pouring her emotions into hoping she felt everything she had to give. She slid down to sit on top of girlfriends thighs, lightly stroking them, feeling as much as she could, "I love your things, how smooth and pump they are, how they hold so much warmth, I love how that jiggle when you walk, I love how Im the only one allowed to feel the soft tan skin.

"I love the stretch marks you have, I love how they show that you aren't perfect, even if all of you is perfect to me." She lets her fingers go slightly under the hem of her girlfriends shorts, feeling the battle scars from a war of depression. She lifted the fabric up to see the old wounds, the girl beneath her trying to move away, sadness written on her gorgeous face. "I love your scars, because it shows that you made it this far. It shows that you can over come anything." She bent down and pressed lingering kisses to each scar. Her hand was grabbed and wound together with the girl that deserved everything, she kissed the top of her hand.

"I love your stomach," the shirt slowly lifted higher to reveal the soft, slightly paler skin on her stomach. The girl on top released her hand to place both hands on her girlfriends belly, loving the way the smooth skin felt, loving the love handles her sides that gave her curves, she felt plumpness under her touch, loving the fullness of her girlfriend. She completely pulled her shirt off along with her girlfriends, both just in their bras and shorts. And thats when she saw it, the bruises left from years of having too small bras or just having to constantly wear a bra because of the size of her chest. The lines right under where the cups were, a shade of brown, an uneven line that marked her skin. She traced them with her finger tips, "you don't have to be ashamed love," she stated with kisses placed directly on the bruises, leaving new marks.

She placed one last kiss on her chest, right over her heart before she pushed off her comfy spot and rolled to be underneath her girlfriend. Her girlfriend stared at her, her hair draped around her face, the sun giving her an ethereal glow that. She reached and tucked her hair behind her ear, showing her beautiful brown eyes that held the same warmth that made her heart melt. She let her hand come to cress the girl on tops face. Her girl sighed and nuzzled her hand before leaning down to put her head in girlfriends neck.

"You are the best person I could ever ask for. I love you too."