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All Praise the Brest
All Praise the Breast
When an infant’s hungry, frightened or injured
His mother places him upon her breasts,
Comfortable like pillows with nipples.
Nipples. Mmmm, good.
From the very beginning
The breast is a major source of comfort,
Which we forget during childhood
But discover again after puberty.
Breasts are satisfying,
No matter their shape or size,
They are full of promise,
For future generations depend on these.
Beyond all eroticism, the breast is good and comforting.
When a man holds his sweetheart’s breast while drifting off to sleep,
The woman cannot imagine
The comfort he derives from simply holding her breast.
This itself is enough to make a bad day good,
No alcohol required.
They are beautiful on all levels, to the senses, heart and mind.
How wonderful it is that women exist!
Copyright ©
Gawaine Ross
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