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THIS IS THE WAY YOUNG BREAST ARE SO IMMORTAL







Suffice to say that your young breast is utterly indulged as

Maketable fruit within its own package and in need of nothing;

Hanging there below your shoulders; suffice to say they are there.



Yes, and suddenly in this effortless nowhere where this inexpressible

Spot causes the earth to twist inside me eliciting concoctions of cockades

And artificial fruit;-all dyed in wrongful splays for the seersuckers of summer.



Would that those sumptuous mounds, tied down by spandex stay as the

Ineluctable apples of Hesperidins guarded by the dragons of desire; no,

For it is you who want me to take them in your unguarded state.



Would that those breast were unknown to me but alas,I reveled in there

Blossoms long before they turned into the buds that became those succulent

Mounds.  Fate, that kept me in silence now uproars me because of their beauty.



How oddly akin is the hero to the scoundrel; both achieve their denousment and

Climax by the most intimate propinquity with the damsel.  Is she in need of rescuing?

Only if she vacates the very places that she lays out her banquet for him.



And now, you lovely one; who is the prize for those leapt over for the sweetest

Of joys, he is allow to come to those mounds whereas the others were rejected

Mounts of not so suitable mates.  He and he alone comes to prize the twin peaks.



If the beloveds could show their heart swings once and for all, they would do it

At the summit of those peaks where here nipple hits your chest and you kiss her

In the most ineffeable way possible.  This is the way young breast are so immortal.