I stare at them and frown
Yet they know no fear
They just bounce up and down
They are forever proud
And rarely know any shame
Even when people are around
'Pert' is both their first and last name
Whilst their middle name is always 'Cleveage'
But people call them all manner of things
Always on people's lips
Teased and tugged
Till they show their need
Rarely seeing the light of day
But when darkness comes
They beg to be let out to play
Forever squeezed too tightly into a bra
Compressed and restricted
Like a prisoner on remand
For My 36C breasts I love thee
And all that they might offer
In passion and in lust
And the girl they are attached to
Ain't half bad either
If only men could remember my name......
Comments
maisie | March 11, 2012 - 19:32
lol! I like it, apart from the too fulI on title...
if you were reticient about the subject matter of the poem. I just see the poem as being able to tell its own story better without it.
Great last line!
I wrote a poem about a penis once, and I havent got one!
Dark Fox | March 11, 2012 - 19:44
Okay, you got me intrigued, which one in your collection was about a penis????? lol
maisie | March 11, 2012 - 19:53
lol, its not in this site, it was a long time ago, and i did refer to it as a banana all the way through, being a lady born etc, and dead shy, and from another world....