Short Brassiere Poems

Cups of treasure 
Held together
Cleavage and lace 
Find my embrace...

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To medics, a breast is a purse
Enriching both doctor and nurse
A bra strap tattoo
Is better for you
Than an early ride in an hearse!...

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With swimming suit season so near,

Ruthie wanted to lose her huge rear.

But she lost what was best -

luscious curves from her chest.

Then she needed a tiny brassiere!...

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    His girlfriend’s stacked, she’s a 44D
    Doesn’t crave attention, says ‘Let me be’
       But when whistles abound
       His girl wants to astound
    She's just removed her brassiere ~ Wanna see
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A figurine par excellence 
An angel with brilliance
Dusky looks heavenly
Couture cools celestially
Damsel or diva delighting
Belle boldly bewitching
Svelte, slender and stylish
Dwells in a den so lavish
Luscious lips and aroma
Enticing is Lord Minerva
Dazzles in buttoned shirt
Glitters in gown and skirt
Any garment suits superb
Brassiere bikini or just garb..!!...

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Ode To A Gym Teacher

Amid brassiere and derrière
She strives to put her clothes on.
Her panties there, stockings here 
The rest of it, she throws on.

At the mirror, shining bright
She struggles with her powder.
She holds her place with main and might
As others try to crowd her.

How can she dress so nimbly 
In but five minutes of an hour?
The question’s answered simply:
She did not take a shower.


Barbara Dickenson
August 1966...

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Leather boots and belts,
A maiden’s lipstick,
Handcuffs, lace panties bra,
Sword slave,
Wash muzzle,
Plug Tongue,
Eel slime plum,
Snail, tornado, bones, antlers, hands.
Razor clam dildo dug tunnel,
Cucumber purr kitty.
Brine volcano mussel worm plank,
Brassiere blaze twirl shell,
Palm girdle underwear, boot panty boars, hand Dug pussy thermometer!
Scream spank shout!
Kettle strap!!
Steam lung pulse!!!
 erection morgue eating crucifix breakfast?
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Buxom Barbara burned her bra
never again lift and separate
or cross your heart to contemplate
she likes to feel her bosom counts
when flouncing down the boulevard
Barb now snags more bounce to the ounce
abroad in the world without a single care
it never fazed her one bit nor a whit
when this would jounce most men to stop and stare
as if they'd not seen such before
and she'd trounce 'em should they dare to pounce
a crystal-clear case of less is more
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