Firm, shapely, level-looking <br />Great assets of his girl-wife <br />Making him proud of the assets, <br />Loosening tied up movable property, <br />He knows how to knead them gently <br />And reach the tip to feel the hardness – <br />Jealous of others’ eyes or touch, <br />More so, depending on interest <br />That look or touch evoked in her. <br /> <br />All that when she was in her twenties <br />Definitely, but descending in thirties <br />Later, depreciation has set in <br />Straight-line, or cumulative sagging: <br />Both lose intensity, but cant sell them: <br />Yet I wonder what are the other ways <br />For a man to show sexual interest <br />In a woman. Foreplay means breasts. <br />The other area she may perceive <br />Not as foreplay, but as play itself. <br /> <br />So then till the end, breasts play their role <br />In bringing man closer to woman. <br />Truth universally acknowledged not only <br />By bachelors: and yet, other than the line <br />“Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast” <br />Some phrases on color or softness of it, <br />I cannot recall poetry on breasts. <br />Shame on you, poets – all impotent? <br /> <br />Dark, but lovely… like two fawns, twins of a gazelle <br />Rose of Sharon, Lily of the valleys, our bed is green. <br />Solomon comes leaping down the mountains, <br />Skipping upon the hills, to see whether vine has budded, <br />Whether grape blossoms are open, pomegranates in bloom, <br />Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away.<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breasts-7/
