Big woman with big breasts.
I adore.
Small woman with big breasts.
I also adore.
I see woman and, I, as a non-religious man, I start to pray.
I pray that she'll think I'm funny, and want to cradle me in her bosom that evening.
I thank the Lord for a woman like that.
The warmth she brings.
The true Goddess of my dreams.
She keeps tranquility among all that support her.
Breasts realize into the eyes the vastness of the universe.
The potential.
The quiet, the cold space in between the enormity of the planets and our beautiful stars.
It doesn't feel so far apart anymore.
We go to the moon for them.
How wonderful everything is in our tiny world, and all the love that it brings.
The caress of the breasts.
Creates joy.
The utter peace that we all crave.
Is in between those curves she keeps.
When I see her from afar,
I lose myself for moments that last eternity.
That's why I'll live forever.
It's because of her.
