What is it? This fetish I have got

With the beauty of the female breast 

The big Boobs,  that lure my eyes only to that spot

Before you assume this poem is porn,  and scorn

I asure you,  about sex,  this is not

Please let me explain

That the firm, full, breast and a swollen nipple

Can to me signify comfort in times of pain

For it was the breast that quenched my first

Cry-baby thirst

The comforting warmth of the soft chest

Was the first experience for this young, new brain

The breast nurtured my needs for this boy to grow

All who satisfied my supplemental and sensual needs

Had breasts indeed,  this is a fact of odds you know

The boob helped me survive

And looking at your boob,  I now thrive

When we meet, you may say, "my eyes are up here"

But it is not your eyes that I hold so dear

If we cut right to the chase,  and put this right in its place

The most important thing a woman is (sometimes) to a man

Survival, without woman, no man can!

 

By J.D. Bardo