Sweet white breasts,
in love tenderly fingered,
As bee upon petal rests,
his lips softly lingered,
Beneath gossamer lace,
sweet nipple cherried,
Caressed in old promises
& in deep wine berried.
Jugs, boobs, bosom,
tits, or just silicone knockers,
Cussed by builders,
truckers & rough faced dockers,
Alabaster cleavage,
bosom, lilac-hued, silk-embellished,
Rose-bud-kissed, cyan-blue-veined
& softly trellised.
Rounded, fecund, moon-beamed
& opal milk pearled,
Around which are, puckered
lips & small hands so furled,
Suckling at the future,
where man has always lingered,
Leaving pouch dried,
empty & no longer softly fingered.
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