Bloomed Bust

The Maiden of Twenty-Two
defied gravity
but hid buds behind soft chiffon
in denying, and plain coloured too
fabric cavity
secret of our liaison

The Madame of Thirty-Three
was more outgoing
allowed a ribbon of pink lace
sewn to the cup of her dee dee
yet the unknowing
wouldn’t learn about her grace

The Lady of Forty-Four
was a bolder one
she dared to wear skin-tight see-through
shyly seized in a side street store
worn just for her hon
a preview in midnight blue

Now, a Queen of Fifty-Five
shows herself with pride
all her charms on open display
like never before in her life
there’s nothing to hide
in our bedding room ballet

held high on a shelf made by loom
when freed from its tight clutch
they awake to full bloom
by careful hands’ touch
of her loving groom
he can’t ever pay too much
attention in the sleeping room
wallowing in pleasure and as such
cares for thighs, belly, buttocks and womb
as well, rewarded with carmine lipstick smudge

Wondering what future holds
I make a motion
let me study all brand new tricks
to fully worship ripened folds
lover’s devotion
My Goddess of Sixty-Six