Upwardly Mobile Breasts

Upwardly mobile breasts
twin ambitions as each tests
pride of place within a space
confined by cups designers trace.
Every pendulum contests
Time’s encroachments, Time’s behests,
lusting for a timeless race -
trumps to overtrump life’s ace.

Interest with interest
repay, stocks share, they reinvest
the suckers' dreams of cream embrace, -
stand out, outstanding interface.
Sins forgotten, sins confessed,
spin between twin softness pressed
to service in the cause - a brace
of points to please the populace.

Upwardly mobile breasts
link together East and West,
occupying cyberspace
to tease, to please, as they unbrace -
spring feeding fantasy oppressed -
that gravity which, second-guessed,
would temper passions. These, apace,
grow, flow with milk and honey, case

the joint to free restraints repressed,
dream to anoint welcome guest,
and reach each rosy hued rosace,
to Paradise turn instincts base.
Peaks of passion keep abreast
of impressions which, expressed,
are in the (e)yes that greet a face
fair, - care not if it masks disgrace.

Upwardly mobile breasts
feel Spring bounce from winter vests
shed inhibitions to replace
trends today, seek pride of place
to fashion passions doubly blessed –
by birth from Earth to Heaven’s zest,
by girth and mirth from crown to waist
which it were pitiful to waste.

Each with virulence protests
all rivals’ rights to feather nests,
each insists on touching base
instincts, and, in any case,
hearts are locked in treasure chest,
arts star stocked win pleasure best !
Each with proper pride of place
chasteness spurns, turns to the chase.

Upwardly mobile breasts
time time. Against time each protests
the morals of the marketplace,
reject as coarse and commonplace
manhandling as a maladress, -
by tenderness they’re more impressed.
Pneumatic cushions would encase
shared goals where souls will nought debase.

Discontent with second-best
each weighs, both playful, self-possessed,
the force that mountains might displace,
rejects attentions out of place.
Undulating, double gests
bubble bursts to nip mens’ jests
in the bud and interlace
dreams with themes of satin, lace.

Upwardly mobile breasts
cleave to tap the sap thats blessed,
in competition set the pace,
respond to magic wand in place
til will distressed is, dispossessed
by years, by tears, by Time’s conquest,
till wrinkles undermine form, face,
and one by one all fall from grace.

(c) Jonathan R