Beauty and the breast (requested by Emma d)

The curves of warmth which grace a woman's chest
As gifts go, are one of mother natures best.
They warm my heart and bring simple joy,
As they do most every man and boy.
The size or shape really matter not,
I'll make the most of whatever you got.
To hold and knead, to fondle and touch,
I can think of little I enjoy so much
As to lay with my head upon those charms, 
Surrounded; embraced with loving arms.
There is much more to which I may elude,
But I feel to do so would be crude.
The tone of this is of happiness,
For breasts have brought me nothing less.