Breasts

I was thinking about breasts and the power they wield

I mean, I’ve got a chest, but it just doesn’t feel

Quite the same way, so connected to fate…

At the end of the day, mine just won’t lactate

 

Earth Mama Goddess and the grace of a curve

I try to stay methodic in my pace but I swerve

When perception is served that unique motivation

That takes all my nerves to that sweet titillation

 

But at the end of the day, and sometimes the beginning

When my head feels this way and my mind won’t stop spinning

I may take no action but proudly admit

With great satisfaction, I think about breasts