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[Mark A Becker]

Good one Ray,

Ah yes, all men are dogs... The size of the tits has nothing to do with our fascination with them. Just like dogs and sticks... mine will try to drag half a tree out of the woods, and wind up perfectly content with a twig...

C'mon man, you know that telling your spouse "but I used your picture" will never fool those eyes. And those eyes know that you're looking at those tits. Guys are all like a bunch of babies in a titty bar, we are... mouths always watering...

One on pink areola next, please.
woof...

I love your poem with that pic, the eyes could be laughing or desirous or both.
Much enjoyed, worth the wait.

She was trying to smile while looking up into a bright sky.
But, yes, it looked that way to me as well. Why I chose it.
I'm happy it found you at just that moment.

Warm and intimate and sexy - what's not to love? The second stanza is full of texture ...
and something rarer, heart-felt appreciation of the physical fact of a woman ...

I showed my wife your comment and I said: "See!". She said: "Well, I guess that's
why they call it writing". All I know about sarcasm, I've learned from her. She actually
liked the poem, but commented: "You never get tired of your old girlfriends, do you?"
and I said: "But I used your picture" -- My wife is the most physically factual woman in the universe.

And thank you, you've given me one of the best compliments I've ever received.

nice tits

You men are all alike.

Unlike the poor lass at the Lido in Paris. Every dancer about 32A, and one big lass
at 44DD. Nearly knocked me out.

Lovely poem.

You men are even more alike.