Tits

They arch out in perfect obscene
   curves from a woman's body;
   massive protruding orbs with
huge areolas lifting up large nipples begging,
   needing to be sucked and pinced and teased...
   they need to jut and be seen and cry out I AM FOR SEX

They bounce, each step a symphony on motion,
   pulsing and rippling into anyone's brain
   fortunate to stare at them.
   Fortunate to be enslaved by them.