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THE TENDERNESS OF HER BREAST

The tenderness of her breast,  
rest up upon my chest,
stripped of the Playtex padding  
that is its daytime cladding,
is the - most - beautiful feel  
when it's not dream but REAL.  
 
Upon my ribs they cushion  
while her straddling thighs push on.  
Her nipples' brushing on mine  
raise sensations so divine  
whose tingles arouse my part,  
for which her thighs draw apart.
Written by Solomon_Song
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Author's Note
Inspired by the lines in Musically Mr M's 'Kweilyn' which form the opening two lines of this poem.
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