Reality For Equality
This morning was same as any other in the past,
However this day our ladies felt need for a task.
The morning sun had just began to gleam
In the very fertile land of girlhood dreams.
Out they step together like twins of a gazelle,
Like rose of sharons around a stone-walled well.
A fundamental right they hope everyone enjoys,
The one that had been for only men and boys.
The ladies with dignity remove their top,
Letting their breasts out and about to flop.
Gorgeous nymphs reveal their soft projections
Among grandmother gourds of human confection.
With less care than bones blowing bubbles,
They dismiss any concern for puritan troubles.
Their lactiferous glands looking very real,
Sweetness alive there to see and fun to feel.
Some full and some small but all full of bounce,
Beauty invisible now pleasure by the ounce.
Their dreams are of two legacies to flaunt,
And they aspire to the equality they want.
The weight of soft breasts affords pleasure,
‘Cause large or small we love any measure.
Into the sunset tantalizing bodies flow ahead,
Reciting two parting words yet to be said.
poem by Albert Price
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