My Dad was a breast man, he called them TITTY-BALLS,
I guess this was his version of knockers, melons or boobs.

When I was three my Mom took me brasserie shopping with her,
Maybe not her best decision.

When I saw all those mannequins with their bras on,
I screamed, “Mom, look at all the TITTY-BALLS!

In shame she took me home
I was not invited to go bra shopping again.

Is it any wonder that they still fascinate me?
The female form so dandy and refined.

The firm flesh and shadows of a cleavage,
The perkiness of a hardened nipple.

The satisfying jiggle as they bounce with movement,
The peak of a shadow under a short top.

God blessed man with many wonders and sights,
And a firm pair can’t be beat.

Roy Richard 
January 2023