HER BREASTS

Breasts are so wonderfully beautiful,
Soft and firm to the touch,
Like a cherished work of art,
With grace that means so much.

Once pressed against a chest,
A union of love and care,
Embracing hearts in warm delight,
Nurturing bonds beyond compare.

With nipples hard and perky,
They stand proud and bold,
A symbol of strength and femininity,
Stories of womanhood they hold.

As they age like vintage champagne,
A vintage of wisdom they gain,
Each line and curve, a tale untold,
Beauty evolving, a timeless refrain.

Breasts, perfect as can be,
Mini globes, a sight to see,
In all shapes and forms they thrive,
Celebrating diversity, they arrive.

Small or large, flat or round,
Unique wonders to be found,
Yet each and every single one,
Holds the magic of the sun.

When cupped in one's loving hands,
A cherished treasure to withstand,
Nurturing souls with tender care,
A symphony of love they share.

Nipples, rolled between fingers,
Or encircled by a lover's tongue,
A dance of pleasure that lingers,
In passion's embrace, we're swung.

To be drawn into one's warm embrace,
Sucked gently, with tender grace,
A dance of intimacy, two souls entwine,
In the euphoria of love's design.

Breasts, so perfectly divine,
Like angels, they entwine,
Drawing eyes, with allure,
In their beauty, love's pure.

Each and every one, a gift to find,
A celebration of life's grand design,
As we revel in their tender touch,
Breasts, a testament to love's clutch.

Imran Nazeer
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