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Challenge: Write a poem involving breasts
As soon as they were done with jogging around
The block, Adam and Joanna removed their sweat
Stained clothes and sat themselves down on the soft ground.
That was before Adam made such a huge bet
With Joanna that he would be more than willing
To give her all the sex she could ever get.
First, Adam allowed himself to start sucking
On her massive jugs before he placed his stone
Hard dick deep into her for some real hot fucking.
And after the sex, Adam pulled his hard bone
Out of Joanna and left her pussy alone.
The block, Adam and Joanna removed their sweat
Stained clothes and sat themselves down on the soft ground.
That was before Adam made such a huge bet
With Joanna that he would be more than willing
To give her all the sex she could ever get.
First, Adam allowed himself to start sucking
On her massive jugs before he placed his stone
Hard dick deep into her for some real hot fucking.
And after the sex, Adam pulled his hard bone
Out of Joanna and left her pussy alone.
Her Breasts
Oh how he loved just the thought of them,
The thought of her breasts standing erect in her longing for him.
The hardness of her nipples pressed to his lips was enough to drive him mad.
Just the right size, not so plump that they exceeded bra sizes known to man, but just big enough that they damn near fit in the palms of his hands.
Two perfect curves, waiting for his wandering hands to ravish them, two perfect bumps waiting impatiently for his teeth to clench down on perky nipples.
Yes her breasts were something to behold, he sure would miss them when they dropped to the floor as she grew old.
Oh how he loved just the thought of them,
The thought of her breasts standing erect in her longing for him.
The hardness of her nipples pressed to his lips was enough to drive him mad.
Just the right size, not so plump that they exceeded bra sizes known to man, but just big enough that they damn near fit in the palms of his hands.
Two perfect curves, waiting for his wandering hands to ravish them, two perfect bumps waiting impatiently for his teeth to clench down on perky nipples.
Yes her breasts were something to behold, he sure would miss them when they dropped to the floor as she grew old.
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THIGH MASTER
I prefer dark thighs
From a good old hen
To creamy white breasts
Of some young chick
Any night of the week
And damn the fries, woman!
Instead, pour on some extra gravy
On your mashed potataties
And let me end the night
With a slice of your berry pie
THIGH MASTER
I prefer dark thighs
From a good old hen
To creamy white breasts
Of some young chick
Any night of the week
And damn the fries, woman!
Instead, pour on some extra gravy
On your mashed potataties
And let me end the night
With a slice of your berry pie
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BREAST RESPECT
We are not gentitalia
Our purpose is not pleasure
Our function is to nourish
All of humanity
Granted, some revere us
For our feminine beauty
But many consider us vulgar
And are disgusted by our sight
“Why?”
Are we not first thing
Every infant desires?
Including Jesus, Mohammed,
Mary and Siddhartha?
We ask not for adulation
Nor seek adoration
For we are breasts
Not objects to detest
But flesh that deserves respect
So don’t ask us to hide
Under blankets of shame
It was our Goddess’ intent
That you be proud of us
“Your breasts!”
BREAST RESPECT
We are not gentitalia
Our purpose is not pleasure
Our function is to nourish
All of humanity
Granted, some revere us
For our feminine beauty
But many consider us vulgar
And are disgusted by our sight
“Why?”
Are we not first thing
Every infant desires?
Including Jesus, Mohammed,
Mary and Siddhartha?
We ask not for adulation
Nor seek adoration
For we are breasts
Not objects to detest
But flesh that deserves respect
So don’t ask us to hide
Under blankets of shame
It was our Goddess’ intent
That you be proud of us
“Your breasts!”
