Titties
I'm a man who loves a perfect pair of titties
I admire the curve of over ripened globes
While a flat chest girl will gather looks of pity
The busty gal will gather lots of beaus
I wax poetic o'er cleavage deeply plunging
A well filled sweater always grabs my eye
I must resist the urge for random lunging
As another bursting tube top bounces by
While I try not to appear both crass and puerile
I'm a boobie fan from hours after birth
You could say I have a fixation infantile
But a jiggly pair inspires me to mirth
So if you are a girl of great proportions
If the gods of glands did gaze on you with grace
Please forgive me as I wave away all caution
And say “No, I never really saw your face”
I admire the curve of over ripened globes
While a flat chest girl will gather looks of pity
The busty gal will gather lots of beaus
I wax poetic o'er cleavage deeply plunging
A well filled sweater always grabs my eye
I must resist the urge for random lunging
As another bursting tube top bounces by
While I try not to appear both crass and puerile
I'm a boobie fan from hours after birth
You could say I have a fixation infantile
But a jiggly pair inspires me to mirth
So if you are a girl of great proportions
If the gods of glands did gaze on you with grace
Please forgive me as I wave away all caution
And say “No, I never really saw your face”