An Ode to Tits (A Love Story)

Oh how I love thee mounds of flesh
barely contained behind some mesh
I have adored them all my life
from early teachers to my 3rd wife
Glorious funbags soft and round
even fake ones firm and sound
Confined to bras and seldom free
only in showers let me see
I like the big ones double D
but more a C cup is for me
Those new mommies do lactate
and make my poor mouth salivate
Not lactose intolerant so I'd coerce
them into being my wet nurse
Dressed as a cow with nice big teats
on the night of trick or treats
I watch the bounce go jogging by
nary a jiggle escapes my eye
I've seen all kinds of sweater pillows
like rolled-up sleeping armadillos
To be so close to some nice jugs
a good excuse to ask for hugs
I dream of countless naked melons
like two fleshy Mount Saint Helens
I use tricks like some ice cubes
to get a rise out of some boobs
Cleavage from tits pressed together
Buxoms worshiped then forever
My addiction to the mammary
led to something very scary
I spied on my gramma's knockers
hanging halfway to her walker
But even that can't stop my lust
for every single human bust

[Submitted to Write a Poem Involving Breasts Challenge 2/27/15]