All I Want For ChristmasAll I Want For Christmas8 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Oh, all I want for Christmas is a smaller set of breasts:
Forget about the candy canes, the eggnog and the rest.
Hey Santa, if you're listening then let me really stress,
I mean it when I say I need to 'get this off my chest'!!!
I 'member how I used to play in mother's cast-off clothes;
The evening dress, the high heels and the baggy pantyhose.
I'd stuff my top with kleenex 'til the bodice hit my nose:
Gee, whoda thunk I'd end up with a pair bigger than those?!?!?!
When older, I tried basketball but I'd just end up sore.
I'd bounce the ball across the court but both my breasts bounced more!
And golf was just a waste of time-I seldom had a score:
My boobs just checked my swing before I even could yell 'Fore!'
Now, I can hear you laughing but you really have no clue,
Just what it's like to jump rope and end up all black and blue!
I'd wear the tightest bra I could, but what's a girl to do?
No matter how I'd bind 'em they just grew and grew and GREW.
Yes, Dolly with her triple D's does rea
So Fleeting A Thing Princess Mercury, sailor senshi to that damnable Heir to the Moon. Here on this luminescent sphere, gathered with the other princesses and their mistress, she carried with her a heaviness that revealed itself in the planes of her shoulders, in the subtle tuck of her chin. Her hands rested on the balustrade of the portico, the hem of her midnight gown ruffling in the faint breeze. She was alone.So Fleeting A Thing4 years ago in Ultimate Fanfiction More Like This
The moon was new, made dark by that brief day when it hid its silvered face from both earth and sun. Despite being concealed from that star's radiance, the palace itself glowed under some ancient spell, its faint light giving the gardens and outbuildings an ethereal atmosphere. The princess seemed most at home in her solitude, lost in thought and silence. Kunzite veiled his presence carefully, his gaze caught up