Breast Men

by

Daniel Chapa

Breasts my men
Are a beautiful sin

To look at them
To touch them
Such elegant skin

Soft and round
And inside the sound
Of a heart beating
Sexuality abounds

A true breast man
Doesn’t go for a fake
To carve on a bosom
Is such a mistake

What god has made
Is
What god has made

Leave them pleasant and natural
And let them come play

Play naked, play covered
They bounce and they hover
I like it when they appear
For not one other

Breasts are a gift
That are best when you share
I’ll try not to grab
Or excessively stare

However,

Just the sight sometimes tightens my underwear

Yes ma’am
To be honest
I am quite the fan
You might even call me:
A BREAST MAN

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