A Poem On My Breasts - 1 Comments

Rolling Ball pumped with air I became My limbs and body grew wilder and bigger Little lemon sized my grew My shirts got greased near for I kept pressing it hard least it's noticed. sincerely and openly writing about the expression of growth and the feeling of femininity. thank u. tony

This verse on My is a simple poem. It speaks of the feelings of a girl as she grows. The bodily changes cause a traumatic experience in her. I'm going to compose many more poems on this topic. Stay tuned. Thanks.

when pinched and squeezed by known wicked hands My physical pain being predominant I sobbed wept and mourned None seemed to notice my wretched tears that welled up and trickled over and wet my rosy cheeks i reveal my pain and shame now....... a woman's heart, here desire, her pain, her sorrow which no one knows. you hve brought it up in a poem. thank u dear poetess. tony