breasts

breasts

I like breasts in my infancy I didn’t get

To cling them, the mother was ill and I was sent

To home run by the salvation army.

I stretched my tiny arms up to touch them

But they hastily withdrew.

In my young years, I suckled man abrest

Some of them liked it.

I was never a pussy man for me it was just

A damp hole to discharge my desire.

Big bums are nice too especially when on a bed.

Given a chance I can suckle wrinkled, low hanging

Breasts, even small ones. I no longer care

Brests are best, those without one are of little

Interest although they look good in a bikini.

 

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