Her pretty breasts, chocolate-colored, and her nipples like cocoa.
At times sprouted,
Opened up
Pomegranates,
Reminded me
Of bosomed breasts.
Trying their way out of the shirt.
Like a caterpillar out of the cocoon.
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 silk.
O god-like breasts from whence beauteous rhyme
proceeds and flows (which sustain with dulcet songs),
what swan, what bard, what poet can these feast-time
glands make go wrong!? Their nourishment makes them strong.
O thou bare-bosom'd Muses so divine!
Be all mine, and I'll be thine: for as heir,
I'll glut earth with breastmilk's rhymes, line by line,
so all men grow through verses everywhere.
O Muses! With potent breasts so nourishing,
soon all the world's souls will be flourishing.
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 - and please don't mind if I so vike - "breasts"
Don't go rough - You ain't only one for me tonight
Many more have them so soft if you have tike breasts
Everyone has one's own choice but I've not special
Ah! brunettes with pinkish lips, young and with kike breasts!
Love in pairs becomes a boring habit at last
It does not increase with age as is unlike breasts
September 19, 2022
Full breasts
bulked up,
wonderful...
small breasts
cuddly,
charming...
are mango roses
delicious fruit,
Or the small pears
lovely fruits...
breasts awaken
enchantment,
of vision,
for tasting,
love !
Breasts are wise
Only one thing they know of
Pointing at people
In women, ears are more important than breasts.
And disputes about this are stupidly airy.
Against small breasts women there is no protest.
But earless, the ladies are scary!
Full bosoms
bulky,
wonderful ...
nuggets breasts
spoiled,
charming ...
They are pink mangos
luscious fruits,
Or the delicate little pears
bijou fragrant fruits.
Breasts awaken and
enchant
the vision,
the taste,
to the love !
Step right up step right up one and all,
We’ve got amazing freaks short and tall,
There’s the strongest man in the world,
We’ve got midgets the tiniest people in the world.
We’ve even got bearded lady and the boy with twelve fingers.
Don’t be shy come on and come all,
We don’t turn nobody away,
But just for your own edification and perusal,
We have the strangest exhibit in the world.
The Lady with no breasts.
Yes she is in tact in every other way but
As you can see no bazookas .
If you are careful and quiet she might speak.
“I didn’t smoke and I didn’t have any risk factors
I just got this lump in my chest.
They had to remove my breasts.
I’ve been a freak ever since.”
Well there you are the strangest story in the world.
So tell your friends and come again one and all.
The fork goes on the left.
The poor go on the streets.
The crock is on the table
and the breast compare deceits.
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 an infant comes
and when my breasts give milk and warmth.
Every pain comes to its minimal
then grows beautiful
when it comes to know its significance.
I share every part of my body,
giving its everything
..to such an extent,
that my body remains not mine
it shares its owner.
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 an infant comes
and when my breasts give milk and warmth.
Every pain comes to its minimal
then grows beautiful
when it comes to know its significance.
I share every part of my body,
giving its everything
..to such an extent,
that my body remains not mine
it shares its owner.
Birds and bees always try to tease;
Known to knock many new knees;
Saw her bra,
And la di da;
Robin red breast was in tall trees.
Best breast and around
with never had messed
even though obsessed.
Jim Horn
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 is a mother without breasts
When I complain with tears in my eyes
And tell her to care for me as a duty
Her mind cannot understand the wisdom
As she is a mother without breasts
I sit alone under Acacia tree, eyes swollen
Stomach burning with pains of hunger
But Acacia is barren as a breast-less mother
To give birth to offspring gladly, willingly
Is a divine duty that motherhood prides over
But a mother without breasts to feed
Is a rare curse the earth sees once a century
A pumpkin that is not picked and cooked
in grandmother’s pot lived for nothing.
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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