Wear that bra,
the one colored mocha
with the lace and stitch
and the clasp that never fights back.
I’ll take it off,
cast is aside like so much filth—
discarding the barrier to reveal
those which pool in my hands,
firm yet spread smooth like milk
in a saucer.
Let breasts be breasts tonight,
shaped not by underwire but
by gravity and form as
nature has planned.
Let breasts be breasts,
with the silked round curves
made pale by tanlines,
touched by feathering fingertips
and tremble-trapped lips
but not by the sun.
Let breasts be breasts,
scented lightly by the spray
of perfume,
with the salty sweat drops
pooled between bountiful harvest
of those lovely breasts.
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I love this. Doesn't care what someone looks like, they still deserve as much love and respect as anyone else. I just don't want to see everyone not wearing a bra lol!
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