THE JOY OF BEING A BUDAHOLIC

EVERYONE

Maybe it started with
my mom's buds as
I started sucking as an infant;
to love, have a fascination,
and hunger for buds,
those special places
everyone has on their chest.
CONFESSION:
I am a budaholic.
Addicted to large one,
small ones, and the
almost no existent ones,
BUDS turn me on.
Pink ones, pale ones,
raspberry ones, red ones,
swollen ones, chocolate ones,
black ones, colorless, dry ones,
leaking ones, extra
sensitive ones, buried in
deep flesh ones, num
ones, and resistant ones.
BUDS,
are gender-neutral;
they don't carry an ID;
they have pleasure in common.
Oh, the joy of being a budaholic!
Meet me at the Kissing
Place and we'll share our
budaholic desires.
OKAY?