Pssst. Hey you, mister, please stop
here, yes, that's definetly much better.
I noticed you've been staring passionately
that way, so I shall give you one sweet secret
if you can promise me you will never, never tell?
All right, move over here, sit close. Those nice huge,
voluptuous big titty breasts that we have beheld your
eyes chasing after in a zealous lust, ... they are not real.
Yes, I know, they look fabulous do you not agree? Do not
know why she did not wish to keep her originals. Must be
a woman thing, I guess. I think the feel is more natural
without the augment of silicone. Oh, please let me say
sorry, I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name
is Doctor Firmer, and I'm the Plastic Surgeon who
performed that incredible, love transformation,
or operation on that great woman. I am also
a lucky man sleeping next to her because
I'm that lovely woman's husband. So, if
you wish, I shall call her over. Pssst.
Ha nice
I love how as I was reading your poem, my eyes instantly noticed the lines formed a breast, and I couldn't quit staring at it , like the man in the poem.