Planet Perfect Breasts, And The Slow Ripening Process Poem by Chuy Amante
Planet Perfect Breasts, And The Slow Ripening Process
In my land,
where mature women are worshiped,
breasts are not ripe and ready
until at least 50 years of age.
One can know they, the twins, have reached
their perfect state when the nipples
point straight to mother earth
and a women's mid section becomes
desirably thicker.
All super-models are of this exact caliber
physically and highly desired.
Wednesday, January 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
use your imagination to visualize this degree o beauty
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