Your Breasts

Your breasts were a sweet honey

I would watch them drip and spill

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I love the way they fell, they felt

like honeysuckles smell

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I miss the way they taste

they were the frosting on the cake

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As rich as coffee roasted fresh

aroma therapy -- your chest

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To hold your bosom safe again

I haven't felt complete since then

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