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my bra flies parachutes when 

thrown at your head you catch it

howzat!

smell the cups for

the ghosts of my breasts

there was a time when i

wanted you to explore every excited 

goosebump every nook 

and cranny of my body

can’t you feel

my pulse beat i’m human

after all

just not to you (apparently)

sitting there phallically cradling 

a bottle of beer in two 

hands staring at my tits

licking yer lips

bet you weren’t breast fed as a kid

now my knickers hip shimmy

slinking south

you still sit there opened mouthed

before you i stand naked

you complain

i’m blocking the view of the telly

when you’re trying to watch the game