Her tummy, so soft, a gentle curve,
Sicko, it's a place where I long to serve.
The smoothness of skin, so warm to the touch,
Sicko, I can’t help but desire it so much.

In the way it moves, with each breath she takes,
Sicko, it’s a rhythm my heart just can't forsake.
A subtle invitation in the way it lies,
Sicko, beneath her shirt, it calls to my eyes.

I dream of a hug, to hold her so close,
Sicko, to feel her warmth, that's what I want most.
Her tummy, so soft, like a pillow, so kind,
Sicko, it's the place where peace is entwined.

In each embrace, I long to feel,
Sicko, the comfort, the way it’s real.
It’s not just desire—it’s affection, it's trust,
Sicko, in her hug, I find peace, I find lust.