Short Breasts Poems
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With her a bra would bring;
Did like more than anything;
While there,
Both share;
Breasts out shall not spring.
Jim Horn
"You must increase your lexicon"-
I told my wife. She answered-"Yes!"
And soon she added a silicon,
To her enormous breasts.
All for freedom of
My own preciously plump breasts,
'Cause who else other
Than myself knows just what's best
For my womanly body.
red breasts aurora
a round busy worms eating
into the thick mud
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5/11/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
ECSTASY
to awake
and then to dwell,
pillowed on your breasts,
there to pause awhile..
draped in tenderness..
muffled in love's caress!
Out of Mothers' breasts
Flow the essence of all life
Come drink thrive and live
Entered in Raul Moreno’s Contest-Rhythm of the Falls
ECSTASY
to awake
and then to dwell,
pillowed on your breasts,
there to pause awhile..
draped in tenderness..
muffled in love's caress!
Ophelia had cancerous breasts
According to all of the tests
But old Doctor Kaiser
Was simply a miser
Who plundered the most treasured chests
navel as in ships
oops add an "a" still gazing
galaxies of breasts
The morning sky is blushing
Mountain breasts are thrusting
For the sun the day is lusting.......
For Brian's contest..
Hey dude be polite close your jaw
I know women’s breasts bring us awe
Some cravings are strong
But this is plain wrong
For those two belong to my ma
Winter - the only way, as far as I know,
To dazzle a woman on your own taste.
I mean- dazzle a woman from snow,
With any breasts, with any waist!
A lady with breasts rated TEN
Exposed them to my Uncle Ben
He stretched out both hands
To welcome her glands
And we haven't seen them since then ….
He saw her through the glass
Fast running rivulets coursing
Between her heaving breasts
His heart
Began to pound
She was beautiful
Utterly gorgeous
Burning warm breath upon my lips
bare breasts, joining of the hips even
before sealed lips, feeling the kiss
one touch
two touch
three touch
bliss
The cone on her red lips, drips sex.
Sex, drips on to her ice cream cone,
And down between her breasts, then
onward to Venus’ nest.
Moan, moan, moan.
It’s not that her full breasts
were both going South,
but they were also going
East and West.
Nevertheless
I loved them both,
equally.
There's no reason to hold the phone
Insensitive breasts are well known
But B, C, or D
As long as they're free
They're like showing the dog a bone . . . .
Chicken breasts with whiskey trace
Stuffed rich with oatmeal
Heart, liver and onion mix
Spiced to ones taste buds
Folded, oven bound
Pepper sauce
Nice!
Though Cupid was not on the scene
the dame had her very own scheme.
Her gent, she waylaid,
her breasts, she displayed
and cashed in on his Valentine dream.
Of course I remember my first date!
She was a girl I still love to hate
Her breasts were so perky
Her character quirky
Nevertheless we still tempted fate!
in a street corner
a moll's breasts do carry milk
nobody can taste
Her bra straps were a mite too tight
Her breasts looked like they had a fight
He kissed them better
Found a French letter
And did his best to make things right
A young girl with breasts like the mountain
Set off the young lads like a fountain
With so many showers
Pulsating from towers
Her major of choice was accountin'
On golden sands she,
Naked to bare without care
Translucent waves form
Slowly they engage her skin
Arched back, pert breasts rise and sigh
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