I noticed her breasts
Were prominent and playful
Protuberant and youthful
With promise and zest
I imagined them both
Most fulsome
With fluid maternal
As wholesome
Perfected and
Certainly blessed
This meditation on divinity
Led to the trinity
Of maiden and mother
And goddess the crone
Her breasts not as fetching
As her mind does the catching
Her tongue more bewitching
Than nipples alone.
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