They watched the glowing embers.
Her breasts were puffed up and
ready for action, her cleavage,
an ancient, bottomless valley
gaping with thirst, her thighs revealing long-lost passionate
secrets in their midst. Hers
is an eye that seeks the moment.
Her soul was never known to wander.
Her heart was never once afraid of certainty.
Hers were massive breasts that always nurtured,
gave comforting fulfillment. She
went to the precipice and found meaning
for her timeless lover, theirs having long since become
a fire that never sleeps,
time unraveling the deepest of melodies.
I wish that roses never flew away.
Their souls ascend like languishing butterflies,
their memories
burning like the embers of bygone times.
It is more than enough for her to remember
these. I embraced her fluid form
and filled her with contentment. She
remembered me again. As one, we sat motionless
and watched the glowing embers.
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Dedicated to my erotic admiration of extremely massive-breasted ladies (i.e. ladies with breasts that either equal or surpass the rest of their torso with gallons of mass).
About Me
- Kenneth Scott
- I have been writing and composing since 1982, beginning within my High School years. Although I have studied and performed classical vocals, piano, and some guitar, I also hold a Bachelors Degree in Computer Science and work with MIDI-compatible musical equipment. In addition, I have also performed Spoken Word Poetry in various Los Angeles venues from 1996 onward.