Breast Of A Virgin Poem by Ajaegbu Charles

Here i am
To surrender to your bossom
And to my desire to possess them
This enchantment ensures love,
Passion, pliable and aura.

This fantasy fascinates libido
This is no fallacy yet imaginative
I have lost grip of self-absorbness
Ability to reason straight
fallen from uneven trap.

Oh breasts of a virgin
An iota of fallen paradise
Like mount zion;
The hills can never be shaken
The author and finisher of pleasure
Firm and immovable as a rock
Nudge with the treasure of diamond
nipples.

It is it I see
Behind the scrutiny of white pyjamas
I yearn to gnaw these magical breasts
With my mouth, my hands, my tongue;
Alluring her endless pleasure
Volatile of being repress.

Oh breasts of a virgin
Full, heavy, and natty;
Beautiful, creative and thrilling;
Finesse, ethereal and seductive
Mythic, mysterious and mystical
Although subtle.

When i draw nigh these freeting breasts
When my eyelids close in aphrodisiac
When my breath soar through cleavage
realm
A fantasy come to life
Overtly but much more often
This one part that stirs imagination and
demeanor
Purely sensual yet ensnarous.

Oh breasts of a virgin
These before me;
In front of my eyes
Overlapping into my hands
Her prototype is Aphrodite
Condensing in my very mouth
Resistance will only spur my desire
Enflaming this seduction the more
This succulent I succumb.

These breasts of a virgin!
This frail sentiment of pleasure
This bossom of a virgin
I rely for succour.