Ode To The Breasts Of A Woman Poem by alexander opicho

in my state of being a deadly sex rapscallion
i knew not why there are breasts on a woman
i had often rushed down to the south
seeking for selfish sensation in wanton of her
a woman whose freedom i devoured
she persevered solemnly without my know

let me accede to my audience with all honesty
the breasts of a woman is a treasure of nature
a beacon of creation for peaceful humanity
touch them fondly with a pinch of compassion
be patient with them for they were your first food
fondle them patiently they are amber of fire

sing to them a poem in sweet love of them
they will stand erect pointing at the sun
breaking eyes of your beautiful love
as her heart unto you soft is gone
you must treasure the breasts of a woman
with your warm volley of kisses
more than you scamper for her fine thighs
for the power in the thighs comes from
the warmth in the glorified breasts