No hormonal concession
Even in the time of this recession
The mole hills grew into lofty peaks
Attention they grab, attention it seeks
Those that knew wonder how did they grow
The bralette yesterday demands a full surface today
The vibrant richness is for all to rejoice and enthrall.
All this entertainment only in a year...
Corona for sure added some weight
But thirty two could jump to thirty eight...
Carrying that visible mass is a carnage
No pity she has on our growing old age.
Neither a balconette nor a push up bra any more
Such tender shapes desire full cover to the core
Those shapes earn our lust and our memories run full
The young lady has carved herself out very beautiful.
How much I desire to see the bounce if those hooks pardon me!
Once in a lifetime opportunity I am sure they will sweetly engage me...
It is a matter of action either on day one or one day...
I hope I don't run out of time when it will be what I may.