Under Poem by MAHBUBA SHAMA

My bra strap peeks out, plain to see,
A white one, round cup,38D.
So large, it draws every man's glance,
Captivating eyes at every chance.

From far and near, their gazes adhere,
Men mesmerized, their intentions clear.
Imagining, desiring, my curves they admire,
Juicy and hot, igniting their fire.

Some boldly stare, others sneak a peek,
Many married men, their resolve weak.
As if never seen such softness and grace,
Their eyes fixate on my ample embrace.

Two tender gardens, white and soft,
Their hands itch to touch, their thoughts aloft.
Eyes always roaming, locked on my chest,
Breasts—you're all men's unspoken quest.