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ODE TO MY BREASTS...by b. Malin
A LIFELONG QUEST...
This one's meant to poke fun at only Me...and meant for a "mature audience"...When I was a little girl growing up on Long Island...I called them "Bubbies" and was always very conscious of my older sister's and cousins Breasts, and marveled at the way they looked... And looked forward to having a pair of my own...This is my story...My Poem.
When I was twenty-one...
I still had none.
I was a "Carpenter's Dream"...
Flat as a Board!
A Pirates Delight...
A Sunken Chest.
I'd heard it all...
When I was Thirty-one,
I started to develop some...
But not enough for my babies,
to nurse from.
When I was Forty-one...
They were starting to grow...
But still not enough, so the "Wonder Bra"
Became my second best friend.
And my Mother said, "Someday you'll grow,
You'll be like me", she said pointing proudly
To her Breasts, that I adored.
"Be grateful that your Breasts are "Petite"
And not hanging down to the floor".
Isn't that just like a Mother...Whom I so adored.
When I was Fifty-one,
They were starting to come into their own.
And now "Years" after that...
They have become a WOW!
With CLEAVAGE to boot...It's such a hoot!
Just the other day, LoverMan looked and then,
Looked again at my Naked body and said... "WOW"!
"Where did you get those "Beautiful Breasts"?
I just smiled, as I pulled him to my Chest...
And silently Thanked my Mom,
Who was no longer alive.
But I just knew, that she knew...
That I had Arrived!