A Quake

A woman should reach out and cup young breasts
They seem to tremble in her head all day;
The girl's bosom seems ready for the play
Of a mistress - it would not contradict to be caressed:
Two bodies will be pleased and minds, as well;
And, since, there are two breasts, let me repeat:
The cleverness of hands that cup - this feat
Is one that is reported - I can tell:
There are such further tremors in her tits,
I must pull both her shoulder straps right down
And search for the survivors of the quake;
See: there are nipples stiff, brought to my lips;
Revived and hardened - victims I'd have found
When mistress reaches out, knowing  they'd ache...