Poem -

Her Breast

Her Breast

Her breast,
Nicely formed and rounded,
Little hairs stand on end to a
Warm touch.
Making soft circles with my fingertips,
Big circles, then smaller circles around it,
Gliding past the edge of her areola,
Then a nice soft pinch on her nipple,
Fingers release, then fingers pinch again,
Her nipple becomes harder and harder,
Soft slow hands again,
around her soft, longing
Breast.

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