Breasts Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

breasts
I like breasts in my infancy I didn't get
To cling them, the mother was ill and I was sent
To home run by the salvation army.
I stretched my tiny arms up to touch them
But they hastily withdrew.
In my young years, I suckled man abrest
Some of them liked it.
I was never a pussy man for me it was just
A damp hole to discharge my desire.
Big bums are nice too especially when on a bed.
Given a chance I can suckle wrinkled, low hanging
Breasts, even small ones. I no longer care
Brests are best, those without one are of little
Interest although they look good in a bikini.