I rest
My mind
On your breasts.
It’s time
For a sight.
I’m blind
But I might
Just find
That I’m speaking
In rhyme.
Not impressed?
That’s fine
But your dress
Might wind
Up missing
This time.
Passion, love
And wine.
Leads to sex .
And I’m
Sure I’m next
In line.
For the test
Of time.
And your breasts
Are divine.
So I rest
My mind.
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