All Praise the Breast
All Praise the Breast
Gawaine Caldwater Ross
When an infant is hungry, frightened or injured
his mother places him upon her breasts,
comfortable like pillows with nipples.
Nipples. Mmmm, good.
From the very beginning the breast
is a major source of comfort,
which we forget during childhood
but discover again after puberty.
Breasts are satisfying, no matter their shape or size,
they are full of promise, for
future generations depend on these.
Beyond all eroticism the breast is good
and comforting.
When a man holds his sweetheart’s breast
while drifting off to sleep, the woman
cannot imagine the comfort he derives
from simply holding her breast.
This itself is enough to make a bad day good,
no alcohol required.
They are beautiful on all levels,
to the senses, heart and mind.
How wonderful it is that women exist!
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