The Best View In The House Poem by Kevin Tate

The Best View In The House



My eyes come to rest
on small rounded perfect breast
and sometimes while you sleep
I kiss just where your heart should beat
Ooh and those soft curls atop your rounded thighs
are perfect for my watchful eyes.

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