When it comes to holding a woman, I prefer enough size that I can feel her, and I don’t have to worry about squashing her if I squeeze a little.
When it comes to a woman exploring me, however, I prefer that to be a bit more literal. Micro/macro, woman walking on a chest that isn’t just big, it’s enormous. Bigger than a house, bigger than a city, a living country in it’s own right.
I want to be so overwhelmingly more that I cease to be understandable and become an alien landscape.

