The sculpture of my
Breasts,
is wicked, Yes?
The pale line
that separates
my duo divine.
The shallow
Crevice
of man's delight.
Oh, Lord,
what a pleasing sight.
As both those
Breasts
gathered close
Pointing North,
instead of South.
Take them in
your watering mouth.
Each peak, each valley,
each puckered plane.
Touch my breasts
until you go insane.

~Rae Monroe