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Your chest
your chest
your chest
distracts me
They bounce
they bounce
and bounce
I never meant to stare.
I do not like them
--no
forgive me
they are beautiful
But they hinder
all else
there is to see
No
please,
I need not
touch them.
Yes,
they are beautiful
But I'd hold
your hands
any day
than
your flaunted knobs.
Your chest
your chest
your chest
distracts me
They bounce
they bounce
and bounce
I never meant to stare...