Her Small, Proud Breasts Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Her Small, Proud Breasts
The gorgeous nymph is gone,
She has left our simple island
Where we played in the sun
And drank sweet wine.
She has taken her delicate wrists
And golden bracelets,
Imparted her last kisses;
But in future nights
When we dream
Of the rhythmic swaying of her hips
And how her small, proud breasts
Left us mesmerized and breathless,
She will also dream
Of our child-like smile
Lost in wondrous adoration.
Wonderful imagery created by a world class poet. Kind regards, Sandra
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5/3/2024 8:36:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is one of your best poems, Uriah. Fine writing and underlying it all is the worship of the Goddess, she who is all women, all ideals, she who is was and shall be... Well done! Best, Hugh