Breasting Poems - Poems about Breasting

...Life is jesting, breasting amplitude waves. Wait till they cave to my whims, make them slaves to my non-stop babble "a-ga a-da" "goo-goo gaga”, “coo”, ma-ma" and "da-da." Staring......

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...OUT FRONT She’s an athlete in beautiful shape With a figure that makes people gape And success she’ll attain Her advantage is plain When it comes to breasting the tape......

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...To Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau Do you remember Sade? Do you remember yesterday we flew kite at the cloudy street of Ibadan? Do you remember how I channelled your thought to those boys who went and......

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...Whatever your seed is, it doesn't want my skin. You never dream of anything of me: hands, mouth, arms, the weight of me on you, tongue, sweat, old willy boy inside-- nothing of my kind allures......

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...God's wishes directed to human beings after being born love evolves and rings the first teacher of that is......

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...Drip me wet, dry me In heat blazing from your core Summer stalks the trees Wringing them dead dry My veins collapse, and my leaves Pants in sizzling air You too drizzle sweat Skin clammy with desir......

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...The front bar of the Criterion is filling up, It’s after five and the patrons are filing in. Placed orders echoing off the old timbers Vying to be heard and adding to the din. The Grand Old Lady pr......

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...I saw what we would look like: Those two Lilies living lively in close proximity; So close, in fact, their identical buds stare into their mere reflections of passionate pastal smiles and blushin......

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...I breast fed because it was more nourishing for my baby compared too bottle feeding It was emotionally satisfying for me and my babies we formed a closeness that bottle feeding can't accomplis......

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...You have apologized to the world Now apologize to me For I did not give a swine my pearl Nor put sugar in the sea What this house on old foundations The thinking group domain What is a beginn......

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...Through the struggle of her years Through the tyranny of tears She barefooted braved the sun Breasting children upward to sky The day beyond the blue horizon Her songs masked sorrows from the ey......

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