Obsession for Her Boobs

Obsession for Her Boobs

Obsession combined with desire,
Is as dangerous as a loaded gun,
His obsession for a loaded chest is killing,
Obsession for a two rounded pair,

When obsession surpasses desire,
It's only wishes that prevail,
Like this obscene obsession tormenting his soul,
This desire for well smashed titties,

It leaves him in a dark corner wishing,
Wishing that her boobs to be his
His mouth for both of them competes
For a hungry and meticulous suckling

It's a desire that crisscrosses occasionally,
To feel as her body tremble
To press into those lips of love
While playing at the teats above

It's a desire filled with curiosity,
He knows curiosity always kills a cat,
But desire and curiosity blinds,
Making even the cat take riskier endeavours

It's a desire that leaves a want,
A want to know how it feels,
To have this busty starlet,
And explore his desire.

He'd die for a busty starlet like her,
For she has the object of his desire,
A road never trodden,
The anchor to his erotic desires.

He's sure he'd do them justice,
He'd make them feel loved,
From the nipples to the bottom,
Yes it's the titties that he pines!

Her lovely boobs gives him goosebumps,
A slight thought of them is a turn on,
A pleasure, a treasure
Offering erotic satisfaction.

But everything good is owned,
Romantic dudes adore boobs,
Sexy girls love when they're treated right,
But they're both owned,
She made her choice and so did he,

So it's a desire never to be met,
It's a wish never to be fulfilled,
For beggars can't be choosers,
And a poet's words might just be words.

© Summer Boy
Diaries Of A Madman