Breast Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Breast

Mama said what wanted
and for it had her way.

To teach us of the child
"love maybe; but
but, but…"
till in need:
"time will come
to ignore talk of love."

"Once a son was addict, "
she told me as start,
"lived and loved Mom's breast."

Then went on,
"came the time that the son was absent, "
oh my mom was smart; reflected:
"called mother, reminded."
of breast and his love
the son was prepared with reply:
"Let breast go to hell."

He had found much younger
better look and firmer…
of nymphet…