Bra Poems - Poems about Bra

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Naked and Revealed, Sexy or Lewd, What can I do If I have them on me? Inseparable, heavy beads, Bulgy with shady teats. All you care: Is it concealed well beneath bra strips? Gasping for breath, Sharp stabbing in my breasts, Lying on the bed, Nausea till my neck - All due to the unbearable clasp at the...

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have you seen the diamond dream bra? You will not be allowed to try it on. It was created by Harry Winston in 1997. Made by Victoria Secret a forty-two carat pearl-shaped flawless diamond in the center with one hundred diamonds on each side. 1997 price was three million dollars. Worth much more today....

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Trump has been breaking laws create and cause crime with his claws prefers premiers and skinny shahs rile up people with his paws likes pulling at loose straws at his hamburger always knaws likes women who wear big bras have heard his oohs and aahs Trump gives me the blahs have heard his youthful ye's with horrible hahs prefers hearing much...

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This is for all the ladies out there That no doubt will relate To all the woes of wearing a Bra To which there is no escape So, firstly we have the bra that rubs Which stings, that being a major flaw When finally you rip that bra off It’s rubbed your skin red raw! The bra where your boobs bulge out the...

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Removed bats from campus Pets who eat grass of Pampas Goodbye them will miss Bats are Republicans on odd meditate disturb people about culture upset apple cart Once were supporting when they had started snorting out door escorting Will be quite a fete nails would tare hole in my sheet length of did deplete had become worst law slipped when both feet caught in bra while at a health spa when...

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Life can be funny when one can't see, an opportunity to view things quite differently... My daughter flew in recently from out west to visit me. One dark, rainy day we went to the mall. I was buying her some clothes as I recall.. We entered one store where the lighting was poor. I browsed around as she shopped some...

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Erotic Poems I Marketing 101 by Michael R. Burch Building her brand, she disrobes, naked, except for her earlobes. Erotic Errata by Michael R. Burch I didn’t mean to love you; if I did, it came unbid- en, and should’ve remained hid- den! Mini-Ode to Stamina by Michael R. Burch When you’ve given so much that I can’t bear your touch, then from a safe distance let me admire your...

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Abortion doesn't make no one single; Neither does it make up for falling breasts, Rather makes you mother to dead's jingle- Battling scrupulous regrets in contests. Law doesn't bring justifiable justice; Neither does it make rising breasts loyal, Rather makes you slave to trust armistice- Keeping oath's respect in place of royal. For union to keep in, distant divorce, Just don't partake in this...

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The ball goes in the shirt comes off as all of England a bonkers plot but men never mention her sports bra the observation will surly cause a scar It’s talking down of the woman’s game objectifies apparently so they complain of disrespect without the shame the root of why men think the same and...

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She came in all flirty and dirty attractive and active about thirty all open jaws in the bar a neon light, all eyes on her bra made of metal rivets; they inhale, pants out of shining chainmail. The music played and a dance card was placed on the bar all the man raced to fill in the space Staring straight ahead they waited for a dangerous...

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She was standing outside her classroom when I arrived I did not recognize her; I know I have had her class. But they all wear a different mask every day; I barely recognize any of them. I ask her for her name. I am fabricating it due to confidentiality. Let’s call her Rainbow. Rainbow and I walked to the counselor’s office...

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I want a bra said the preteen robin. But why asked her mother. Her name was Dobbin. Because they are pretty, I see them on TV. This is how ineffective advertising can be. They are confining. How could you fly? Why do you want a bra, why, honey, why? They are lacy and pretty. I want one in pink. Said the preteen...

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Five o clock shadow Around a toothpaste smile Kinky black hair coils so wild Cocoa black back scratched scarred Knobby knees dented from kneeling Rough rugged hands with dark knuckles Full moon hips make me see double Strange green moods dripping from me Envying your your spirit raw free No razor no bra no lazer no part Of you is tame not even your name Beautiful...

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A blood-thirsty God wants your son And you fear God's will must be done? You heard God's spiel Now make a deal! Remember God wants to have fun!...

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