Her breast is fit for pearlsBut I was not a "Diver" —
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home —
I — a Sparrow — build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
- Emily Dickinson
You and your breasts and your poetic heart are wonderful to behold.
I was never much into poetry. Boobs, now that's another story! ;-)
Love the poem, but really love the picture.
Beautiful ... the poem and your breasts.
Love 'em both - the poetry and the beautiful visual to go with it!xoxo
very appealing =) Wish I lived closer I would love to play ;)
Beautiful pic. mmmm!