Ode to the Breasts of Womanhood

Oh, gentle swells, so slight and sweet,
A subtle rise beneath the skin,
A whisper of curves where softness meets,
A tender bloom where joys begin.
All fantastic, a quiet grace to trace,
With fingertips light, a teasing chase.

The modest mounds, so pert and small,
Defy the pull of earth’s command,
A youthful shape that stands up tall,
Inviting awe from heart and hand.
All fantastic, with kisses soft they sing,
A warm breath’s dance, a delicate thing.

Then fuller orbs, a rounded sight,
A gentle heft that sways with ease,
Their contours catch the morning light,
A bounty born to charm and please.
All fantastic, with palms to cup and hold,
A rhythmic knead, both firm and bold.

Oh, thrusting peaks, so proud, so grand,
They jut with might, a brazen dare,
A silhouette that makes its stand,
A sculptor’s dream beyond compare.
All fantastic, with lips to graze the crest,
A suckling pull to stir their zest.

The generous globes, so lush, so wide,
A spilling wealth of tender flesh,
They call to hands where dreams reside,
Their weight a gift, their touch afresh.
All fantastic, with massage deep and slow,
A rolling press where passions grow.

And those that hang, a pendulous art,
A droop that tells of time’s embrace,
Their sway a song within the heart,
A testament to life’s own grace.
All fantastic, with lifts from underneath,
A gentle tug, a sigh’s relief.

The teardrop form, a sloping line,
A curve that falls with elegant flow,
A shape that nature did design,
To mesmerize and overthrow.
All fantastic, with strokes from base to tip,
A lingering glide, a sensual trip.

Oh, flattened spreads, so broad, so true,
A canvas soft against the chest,
Their quiet beauty comes in view,
A stillness where the soul can rest.
All fantastic, with palms to sweep and roam,
A warming rub, a soothing home.

The buoyant pair, with lift and play,
A bounce that teases every stride,
They dance with joy throughout the day,
A lively charm they cannot hide.
All fantastic, with playful pats to tease,
A jiggling spark to fully please.

And heavy breasts, a grounding force,
Their mass a marvel to behold,
They pull with nature’s own discourse,
A richness deep, a tale retold.
All fantastic, with hands to bear their load,
A cradling grip down pleasure’s road.

The asymmetric twins, unique,
One fuller, one a softer shade,
Their difference dares the eye to seek,
A harmony in contrast made.
All fantastic, with love to each bestowed,
A tailored touch, a balanced ode.

Oh, softened folds, with age’s mark,
A velvet sag of wisdom’s years,
Their beauty glows through light and dark,
A map of laughter, love, and tears.
All fantastic, with caresses kind and still,
A reverence felt, a heart to fill.

The conical tips, a pointed rise,
A silhouette of daring flair,
They pierce the air and catch the eyes,
A form both bold and debonair.
All fantastic, with pinches light and keen,
A tweak to wake the nerves serene.

The wide-set pair, with space to roam,
A valley broad between their reign,
Their distance crafts a striking home,
A beauty wild, a sweet domain.
All fantastic, with trails of kisses sown,
A wandering mouth, their breadth to own.

So here’s to breasts, in every guise,
From swells to thrusts, to hanging low,
Each form a treasure in our eyes,
A universe of bliss to know.
All fantastic, with pleasures to explore,
A symphony of love forevermore.