Your Breasts Are Mountain Hills Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Your Breasts Are Mountain Hills

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Your breasts are mountain hills
Fostering a green vale without streams
I would be in the vale and rise with it
And fall with every gentle breath
Feeling the gentle trembling beneath my feet
Like gentle earthquakes:
Then let me sink in the warm mists
That from the valley rise and founder there.

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