HER BREASTS
I keep thinking about her breasts
swollen, succulent, sizable
juicy.
I keep thinking about her breasts.
I think about them constantly
when I think I'm thinking about her mind, her soul,
that heart that beats beneath her chest
I keep thinking about her breasts.
It is not my plan.
I know she's a good woman
warm and deep
and loving, so it seems
and I want to know more about her ups and downs
all the sides of her personality.
But the side I keep returning to
over and over again
is her profile.
I keep thinking about her breasts.
Despite her smile, her nose
her crinkly forehead while doing the puzzle, her tapping fingers
despite her crossed calves when sitting beside me
and her swishing thighs and the small of her back when walking away.
Despite the amber waves in her hair and her creamy complexion
and the hot blood pulsing beneath
despite all about her I yearn to know
I continue to seek one thing.
Two.
I keep thinking about her breasts.
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