This morning was same as any other in the past, <br />However this day our ladies felt need for a task. <br />The morning sun had just began to gleam <br />In the very fertile land of girlhood dreams. <br />Out they step together like twins of a gazelle, <br />Like rose of sharons around a stone-walled well. <br /> <br />A fundamental right they hope everyone enjoys, <br />The one that had been for only men and boys. <br />The ladies with dignity remove their top, <br />Letting their breasts out and about to flop. <br />Gorgeous nymphs reveal their soft projections <br />Among grandmother gourds of human confection. <br /> <br />With less care than bones blowing bubbles, <br />They dismiss any concern for puritan troubles. <br />Their lactiferous glands looking very real, <br />Sweetness alive there to see and fun to feel. <br />Some full and some small but all full of bounce, <br />Beauty invisible now pleasure by the ounce. <br /> <br />Their dreams are of two legacies to flaunt, <br />And they aspire to the equality they want. <br />The weight of soft breasts affords pleasure, <br />‘Cause large or small we love any measure. <br />Into the sunset tantalizing bodies flow ahead, <br />Reciting two parting words yet to be said.<br /><br />Albert Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-for-equality/