Breast
BREAST
I've wedded to this state of wealth I've known,
yet feel the seeds of youth that need be sown,
and through it all, another girl has made me pause,
reflecting on what's more than -- just because,
and drove my mind insane and not mine own.
There's not one dastardly thing I'd not do,
nor any vile of life I'd not pursue,
in claiming her to be as I would say,
in holding to my chest, then caste away,
how love should never be, nor come unto!
What she doth bare to me I shan't refuse.
Though evil is her way--God! What's the use?
no young of life has suckled with such glee,
nor felt such passion there should never be,
deciding whither tit sucks best for me.
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