I look at breasts
I must confess
Covered by
Tight shirts
I like them
Best
Summer is y-cumen
Yes
I will & not fight
Biology
Breasts not function
As baby milk
Reservoirs
Warm feeding bottles
Only
They attract, like
Magnets
Not quite revealing all
Still baring the promise of…
I am not a sexist
Male chauvinist pig
I am all for women’s lib
Equality and equal
Opportunity.
Yet where men’s nipples
Rest upon their chests
A woman’s nipples, if
She’s not too young
Are lifted up by
Two soft domes
Two semi-spheres
Two temples
Where I pray &
Wonder
Revelling in what
I lack
I look at breasts
I must confess

(This is one my older poems, written when I myself was still young, 15 long years ago.)