When he buried his face in her chest,
Tweaked her nipple or fondled a breast,
She’d just sigh, roll her eyes,
Say “What gives with you guys?
They’re just tits! God, you make me depressed!”
Tag: chest
Not abreast of things
She unfastened her brassiere clasp;
He emitted an audible gasp,
And she winked to suggest
He might fondle her chest,
Which the poor fellow failed to grasp!
Inner beauty
She’s broad-chested, strong-willed and strong-thighed,
Her bum’s big, true, that can’t be denied,
And her melon-like breasts
Are the subject of jests,
But there’s depth and great warmness, inside.