belinda

This really doesn't need any further explination

The breasts are alive, with the mounds of nipples
With tips we hath squoze, for a million years
The chest fills my eyes, with the sight of boobies
My eyes stare at all of the breasts, I see
Every breast that I see

My hands want to squeeze and twist nipples tightly taught
When the bras gone away
To slap, kiss and bite on a moonlight night
or hell, any time of day

I'll oft grope around for the solid round
of the the pertly display

I'll nibble the tips
like a dude who has gotten no play


I reach for my breasts, when my hands are empty
I know I will feel what I've felt before

My hands will be full of the mounds of nipples
And I'll squeeze once more