Chest interest

Never been a 'Breast-man'; always thought of them as just there …. creating a nice shape
Now show me elegant legs, a pert posterieur; a pianist's hands .... I'm captivated
Suddenly made aware by a woman keen to share; not self-conscious or shy when people stare
She's proud of her shapeliness; these boobs, tits, funbags, puppies, twins and the like,
loves to be touched and be kissed; enjoys the rasp of stubble and soft tongue and lips
says her erogenous zones go into overdrive; creates a fire and wetness between her hips
And so my interest piqued; I now pay attenton to these rose-tipped pinnacles of delight,
peaks that change shape; harden and stiffen 'til erect; Yearn to be caressed each and every night

never been a chest-man .... but now I just might