I love the way they form a crevice

And mystically pull you in

These two mountainous peaks

Creating a magical aura of Zen

I love taking in the full circumference

And then tracing them to their peak

Mezmorized by the power of their unity

And how it affects my ability to speak

I love the emboldened colored zenith

That surrounds their crowning tip

Where areolar glands stand at attention

Like guards around the precious nip

I love to feel their softness under my touch

And then watch the papilla stand erect

To suckle them so discreetly completely

Until the commands become more direct

I like to bury my face in their fullness

To suffocate in the sheer delight of them

Hold them in my hands while held above

Thanking God for each precious gem

  • Author: MDStone (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 29th, 2022 19:49
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