in my state of being a deadly sex rapscallion <br />i knew not why there are breasts on a woman <br />i had often rushed down to the south <br />seeking for selfish sensation in wanton of her <br />a woman whose freedom i devoured <br />she persevered solemnly without my know <br /> <br />let me accede to my audience with all honesty <br />the breasts of a woman is a treasure of nature <br />a beacon of creation for peaceful humanity <br />touch them fondly with a pinch of compassion <br />be patient with them for they were your first food <br />fondle them patiently they are amber of fire <br /> <br />sing to them a poem in sweet love of them <br />they will stand erect pointing at the sun <br />breaking eyes of your beautiful love <br />as her heart unto you soft is gone <br />you must treasure the breasts of a woman <br />with your warm volley of kisses <br />more than you scamper for her fine thighs <br />for the power in the thighs comes from <br />the warmth in the glorified breasts<br /><br />alexander opicho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-breasts-of-a-woman/
