Challenge: Write a poem involving breasts
He said he wasn't
marrying her no more.
He grabbed her
Dragging her back
To her father.
'Here is your daughter
I can't marry her again
Please teach her
To be wifely.'
'O come back my son
This isn't the girl
I gave you years back
Just look at her chest
What happened to
The things that
Used to be there?'
marrying her no more.
He grabbed her
Dragging her back
To her father.
'Here is your daughter
I can't marry her again
Please teach her
To be wifely.'
'O come back my son
This isn't the girl
I gave you years back
Just look at her chest
What happened to
The things that
Used to be there?'
I love tits,
they're the don.
The're always two,
okay, sometimes one.
And come with little pinkish hats,
that poke through shirts during windy chats.
Boobs are pretty awesome, right?
Someone must agree,
I can't imagine a world without,
a world where my mates don't turn to shout.
Surely someone must agree,
the world would be lost without the Double-D.
That's not a stab at the C or B,
I love them even more.
Not that I mean try to imply,
I mean in the end, I'm just some guy.
But it has to be said,
I've got breasts on the head.
they're the don.
The're always two,
okay, sometimes one.
And come with little pinkish hats,
that poke through shirts during windy chats.
Boobs are pretty awesome, right?
Someone must agree,
I can't imagine a world without,
a world where my mates don't turn to shout.
Surely someone must agree,
the world would be lost without the Double-D.
That's not a stab at the C or B,
I love them even more.
Not that I mean try to imply,
I mean in the end, I'm just some guy.
But it has to be said,
I've got breasts on the head.
Unexplained,
A lust unrefrained.
I will not bind you
not too touch.
Even if you want to touch
far too much.
Let my nightgown's straps fall from my shoulders.
Pale, and cold.
They stare.
It's like I'm not even there.
Your eyes are hypnotised but not by me.
Cop a feel and then we'll see;
if you've got what it takes to stay
or if I will send you on your way.
Pack your bags,
I don't think your straight,
For a man so good with breasts it makes me irate
but I guess that if you're gay...
we can meet up for coffee and dress fitting on Saturday.
A lust unrefrained.
I will not bind you
not too touch.
Even if you want to touch
far too much.
Let my nightgown's straps fall from my shoulders.
Pale, and cold.
They stare.
It's like I'm not even there.
Your eyes are hypnotised but not by me.
Cop a feel and then we'll see;
if you've got what it takes to stay
or if I will send you on your way.
Pack your bags,
I don't think your straight,
For a man so good with breasts it makes me irate
but I guess that if you're gay...
we can meet up for coffee and dress fitting on Saturday.
You tell me there is anger there
Disgust and despair too
passion, lust and greed are there
All radiating from you
You say I could see love or fear
But please give it a rest
How can I look into your eyes
When I'm staring at your breast
Disgust and despair too
passion, lust and greed are there
All radiating from you
You say I could see love or fear
But please give it a rest
How can I look into your eyes
When I'm staring at your breast
Why am I so enamored by you.
When your no more than just fatty flesh.
What is this power this spell that you do.
That makes me want to squeeze, suckle and caress.
Whether large, whether small.
Yes I do.
I love you all.
I need to see you and touch you.
Dear breasts.
When your no more than just fatty flesh.
What is this power this spell that you do.
That makes me want to squeeze, suckle and caress.
Whether large, whether small.
Yes I do.
I love you all.
I need to see you and touch you.
Dear breasts.
