Playful Breasts

The top of your nips reminds me of the top of Legos
When I knead them, soft Play-Doh comes to mind
My fingers walk across the hills as if a toy soldier exploring,
      conquering by placing a finger on top like a flag.
My mouth salivates and sucks on the Sorry like game pieces as if
      they were like Topps candy baby bottle pops
My hair wants to paint loving abstract art as they brush across to and fro.
Your cotton candy soft lusciousness of fluff is what I crave and adore
     for I can't get enough, my sweet love.