Tah Tahs

Was there ever a time when they were never on my mind
As a baby I fucking feened for them and got all out of line
A framework had developed very early of what was considered mine
A cranky baby is more than a fucking handful regardless of place and time

And saturday morning cartoons didn't seem to much
A very young mind started thinking of the various sizes and altering his touch
School started and I was told to be careful, not to touch the girls anywheres
This was the rule of things until we all swole up and developed pubic hair

Then I was just like a feening baby again, drooling out of both sides of my mouth
Seeing all of these flowers blooming before me and wondering what it was about
Visiblity is a bitch, especially swellings forming peaks behind a blouse
With each swelling only gapped as much as a fucking bra allows

Quick to catch on, how to dress and soften your tone
Never a bad looking fuck, allowed to feel them up when left alone
By now being demanding, they taught me what felt good and what shouldn't be
I learnt plenty about using my lips and tongue, and when to use teeth

Eventually I simply thought of them as their yum yums
At times the proper handling of these swellings ensured that you got some
Hands up there massaging away, with your tongue all down her throat
With heavy breathing, swellings forming peaks, she allowed me to touch the man in the boat