Best Breasts Poems

I never missed you
nestled high upon my chest
lovely soft round pillows
full haughty globes.
Admired.  Yes,
even by me.
Prideful I was,
blessed among women.
Even when you were gone
it was no tragedy . . .not then.
I never missed you in all these
years, twenty six and more
to be exact.
Not through...

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 BREASTS

Growing 
Attention holding
A mans kiss
I, the mans wishes
As I do the dishes...

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When it came to chesty women, I was obsessed.
I wanted a woman who had large breasts.
Now I'm 75 years old and I have something to confess.
I am an old man and I've grown large breasts.
These aren't the kind of boobs that people want to caress.
I...

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Most beautiful
body part.
Curved contour.
Perfect fit for
shape of hand.
Up front.
Proud and pleased
to be female.
Come hither
weaker sex.
Nipples soft.
Nipples hard.
Feed my child
big and strong.
Amazing breasts.
I could go on......

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They say;
They can be milked to bring the flavor of life
Milk the breasts of a woman and you get loving adoration
They are also like a well of life
That nourishes young babies
From the womb

They say,
Breasts are a man’s balls
To play with in a game of love
It...

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I was abducted by aliens and I'm angry, bitter and depressed.
They took me to a world where the women have no breasts.
When I was abducted, I was promised a life of happiness.
But how can I be happy when the ladies have no chests?
I'm pissed off...

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Finally, I came to know all men don't like breasts
Some say with women's flower are just like spike breasts

Traffic rules should be written on shirts of road girls
Perhaps there'll be no gaze which won't strike breasts

Tonight, I'm going to sleep with hundred fairies
Not just arms...

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To be inspired, I suck the Muses' breasts;
     and, like young babes that thirst for tender milk,
and for health from their mother's nippled chests,     
     I champ the teats sublime for strains of...

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Marble breasts, Translation of Etiemble’s poem: Les Seins de marbre by T. Wignesan
				
						For Eugène Guillevic

(An eleven line poem of between ten and twelve syllables lines, with the following end-rhyme scheme: aaabbcddeec)

The breasts that you sculpt in marble or alabaster,
poets: antics! I laugh at all your...

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A WORLD WHEREIN WOLVES HAVE BREASTS                           page 1

If only I could tell you to where it is headed
But, my...

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Breasts are wise
Only one thing they know of
Pointing at people...

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I live as orphan but I am not orphan
I live with mother but she is no mother
Her fingers cannot  feed me, her child
As she is a mother without breasts

Whenever visitors come she gives all
And those in granaries she donates
Her resources feed other persons
As she...

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Every month, I loose blood.
My , abdomen, every part of my body - gives me pain..
For days.. I cry, I hardly move.
I'm a woman that owns a complicated body.
 that bleeds and breasts that are hard to carry..
But does that matter? 
when from my ...

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ODE TO THE MYRRH TREE


So the tree stood in the centre of the desert
Mangled by winds of change and truth of joy
and chains of dust and torrents of rare rain 


Burnt black and senseless by an 
unrelenting Sun of nightmare beauty
And orange was the sand...

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Every month, I loose blood.
My , abdomen, every part of my body - gives me pain..
For days.. I cry, I hardly move.
I'm a woman that owns a complicated body.
 that bleeds and breasts that are hard to carry..
But does that matter? 
when from my ...

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