go topless more often

i saw the perfect pair of breasts
so delicately hung today
they were that all-natural a or b
that looks good unsupported
they were sculpted, damn near
so voluptuous and supple
and a bunch of other descriptors
that make me sound like
i’m worshipping rather than objectifying
which is what i’m really doing
and the nipples peeking through
were not subtle

and i think it’s funny
that the same exact tissue
becomes obscene
when you hang it on that second x
but since they adorned
an eighty-three year old man
it wasn’t a big deal
and nobody freaked out
when it got hot
and the shirt came off

i can't sleep. anxiety and all.


About Moly

Average, boring, self-involved human. Twitter: @CultOfCocktails Facebook: facebook.com/MolyTov
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