I presume, no blasphemy intended, when God was creating woman, He spent half of the time on the breast. Where it's placed is catchy no matter the angle of elevation or depression of the eyes.
The architecture and sculpture into the breast is one sight of a lifetime - it doesn't repel the eyes. That's why I empathise with those who sometimes get their eyes fixated on an innocent breasts! Show me one who can take away his eyes away from the master artwork of the breast in a millisecond and I will show you a traitor.
The breast comes in small, medium, large, X-large, XX-large and sometimes very hard to group sizes. Out of this thousand and one sizes, none is above the other. The breast is unique - no matter the size, the value is the same. It serves all purposes for which it was designed.
The breast radiates erotic gamma rays which penetrate all numbness of varying degrees. Your proximity doesn't count much, the eyes has its own specially designed microscope that magnify the breast to its cells details by a mere sight, touch and even sometimes by imagination.
The breasts remain the only two-variable equation for which every daft can adduce values for.
The breast has that prominence to be integral part of trying to describe a lady to someone. Like, "that girl with the breast as if she's carrying the breasts of all the girls in this school" or "the girl whom God almost forgot to give breast to" or "the skinny girl whose chest has no speed ramps"
I am afraid there are magnetic bars with an alloyed steel in the breast - the very reason of its attractions whiles in firm posture.
The breast deserve a 21 gun salute for it remains the entrance to the building. (Ooh, blame me! What did I just say?) Blame Snr Abdul Hayi Moomen for pushing me to write this piece of explicit eroticism!
Feeling shy now!
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