Here's a little comic poem on one of man's great obsessions - even if they deny it!
To clasp a silken-textured breast
Is nothing but a daily quest
Of preternatural drive.
We wonder of the fulsome fare
Her bra undone might bring to bear –
Disclosing all for us to stare
For hours on end upon the pair of
Why-do-woman’s-curves-ensnare-
the-brains-of-men? –
A bleak affair;
And why we still survive!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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