When they play, he tries hard to devise
Stricter bondage, more elegant ties;
Bow-strung thighs, bee-stung breasts,
Harsher physical tests,
Greater fear and lust in her eyes!
Tag: breasts
Life study
Draped in only a small scrap of gauze,
She reclines, while he busily draws.
“Just turn this way a bit,”
He says. “Show me more tit,
My wife’s breasts are dull things, beside yours!”
Starting at the top
When her bra straps had been gently eased
Off her shoulders, her nipples been teased
Until taut and erect,
Did she fret or object?
No, she wanted her goddam tits squeezed!
Silk
The soft silk subtly altered its sheen;
Underneath which her breasts could be seen,
Her erect nipples’ tips,
And the curve of her hips,
The intriguing dark parts in between!
Sleeping Beauty
The prince gazed upon fair Sleeping Beauty;
Her face! And such breasts! What a cutie!
She’d wake up when kissed,
But he couldn’t resist
A quick root, before doing his duty!
Malice aforethought
One soft breast in each hand gently cupped,
She was his, to defile and corrupt!
Although within the law,
Still he did lock the door,
Lest some well-meaning fool interrupt!
Ride 'em cowboy!
What a beauty! A prize! She’s a keeper!
He’d thought she was shy. What a sleeper!
He squeezes her breasts,
She bucks back and protests,
As he pulls himself into her deeper!
Chiaroscuro
Her loose blouse, sheer, silken or crepe,
She’d left carelessly buttoned, agape.
Through the fabric light danced,
Light and shadow enhanced…
Her breasts’ movement, their texture and shape.
Madonna
Long loose labia, looping like frills,
Make him hard, make him sweat, give him chills;
Heavy, full, low-slung breasts,
Lolling languid on chests,
From which warm, nutty mother’s milk spills!
The aesthete
When he looked at girls’ breasts, a paralysis
Gripped him, but then, on analysis,
Later, alone,
(Had the poor girl but known),
He decided the best tits were Alice’s.