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Those Tits
Those tits are not just for
babies, oh no!
Quite the contrary
they're the arms that rescue me
literally
Tempting branches of adoration
waving serenely
Autumn leaves
falling unto my lips
Please, can we avoid the winter of litigation
and make up with a tenacious kiss.
I agree, they are times
for me to be in the doghouse
but can I caress the teasing sublime
with my humble fingertips
Yesterday I discovered serendipity
and I am all excited
I prefer the uncertainty
of a child taking first steps
than a rigid man, set in his ways.
Those tits are looking lonely
aren't they
On their own they're formidable
but, to team up with shaking buns, boy -
how I run
and stumble,
barely able
to see where I'm going.
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Night Eyes
