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.