Tiddies

 
I took liberties with the T
in honor of those double D's

Oh damn, a sight
to my delight

Eyeing
those enticed targets
popping through
that flimsy shirt

My many glances
landing just right
to stir you
to notice

Oh...the longing to appease
with gentle strokes
and a tongue tease

Feeling their heft
in the bare
of these hands

This man
pulling that thin barrier
above the arms
and from that cruel captivity

So I can mouth them
and spray them
in the sticky charm
of my appreciation

Cradled and coddled
and soaked by me,
is the worship you'll get
when your freed from that tee.