We're All Guilty.

HEY GUYS! LET'S TALK BREASTS!
Seen any good ones,
As you walk the streets?
Pert, juicy jubblies,
Massive, heaving tits.
Wrapped tight in Lycra,
Or under thin silk,
With nipples showing,
The areola
Visible to all.

She's done it for you,
Worn that shirt to work.
Had it on all day
So for five seconds
As she passes you
You get a nice view
To ease the boredom.
The number sixteen,
Now four minutes late.
Isn't she so kind?

And so so lucky.
To have you looking
As she eases past,
Aware of the gaze
That doesn't see her.
Krypton factor time!
What colour's her hair?
Was she in a skirt?
Or classic denim?
What does it matter?

You've got your vision
Of what god gave her
Stuck deep in your mind
To use when alone,
But not thinking about
The first pair you sucked
All those years ago,
When again you gazed
But didn't take in
Anything you saw.

The Same Mixtapes

Big Cat Diary is no more, but the blog lives. It's had a rebrand, and you can now find it at thesamemixtapes.blogspot.com! Hope to see you there soon!