They held hands as they chatted and strolled.
That was proper enough, she’d been told.
Then they sat by the shore…
And she let him do more…
Gosh! His hand on her bosom was cold!
Tag: bosom
Window dressing
Low cut top, bosom nicely displayed…
The more tit shown, the more she’ll be paid,
Skirt a slim, silken sheath,
Nothing on underneath…
Tits and arse, working girl’s stock in trade
Impulse buying
Chilly-nippled, hair dripping, bedraggled,
She flaunted her bosom and haggled…
A fuck would be nice…
She was well worth the price
Of the pert little tail she waggled.
Gravity
Unsupported her big bosom droops
When she leans forward, kneels or stoops,
Which she does, as we speak,
And one cops a good peek,
As she giggles, and winks, and say “Oops!”
The human trampoline
A coquettish girl, blessedly-breasted!
“Fine bosom to bounce off!” he jested.
“That may well be so,”
She said. “Who’d ever know,
Since it’s bounciness hasn’t been tested?”
Quality, not quantity
In the rating of bosoms, what counts
Is not measurements, inch pound and ounce;
It’s their swell and their shape,
Overflow and escape,
Squeezability, softness and bounce!
The moons and Venus
Her big bosom, like twin moonish spheres,
Attracts lewd suggestions and leers,
Too crude to repeat,
Such as “Beautiful feet!
They’d look lovely up next to your ears!”
Cheeky
Bosom thrust out, pert, chewing her gum,
Skirt just short of the cheeks of her bum,
And no knickers, the bitch!
Just the way that they twitch
Quite sufficient to get off, for some!
Cutting a swathe
Splendid bosom, just barely contained,
Bouncing, swaying, uncurbed, unrestrained!
Lovely arse, tiny skirt …
Boners so hard it hurt,
The boys ogled. Nobody complained.
Sight for sore eyes
Lovely bosom, well-rounded behind;
Well, a fellow would have to be blind,
Not to stare, just a bit,
Not get hard, not admit
To the thoughts such an arse brought to mind!