Poem: Slipping
Every breath is another chance for my shirt to open, to
reveal more of my breast to drop below nipple or curve.
I'm letting it slip past cleavage to full exposure,
every dip to eat over my plate another offering
so you can slip your eyes between my skin and blouse.
I close my eyes and see the tender orbs nestled under your shirt
Gradually sliding further open with each breath you take
Rolling over I gently take one of the light brown nipples between my lips
lightly nibbling with my teeth.
mmm
this is so good.
well done, Miss Jocelyn
This is good, well written. Those of us who love breasts, love you for the offering.