Lust optics stayed; eyes not X-ray!
Unfair to jugs fella.
Bust propped, dugs-hold; I’m bugged: cup mold!
Glum is this jugs fella.

It’s a bummer: undeployed tits—
twins are tamed by bind.
This jugs fella has annoyed fits. . .
can’t augen*-augur twine.

Every morning I can’t see her brace at the bus stop—
gawk-hawk cop walks ’mongst top watchers whose day is shot.
Other peepers stare at this gladrags-clad mams domain,
their eyes all trained at hidden symmetrical twain.

I hope that the hold thing’s parted,
spilling out the two;
springing out a teat globes glance. . .
so winning, that whorled view.

Then undone the ties, unbelting—
no more sheltering frau.
Eyes a-blink for this jugs fella. . .
wrenching in my trou.

Leching glory: I can see her unstayed nay-nay crop
as the bust pops the stops that Wonderbra had wrought.
Other peepers stare at this gag-bags-unsnagged domain,
their eyes all trained at forbidden symmetric twain.

Bust pop; I say, “My lucky day;
she bare for jugs fella!”
Bust pop, no hold, unsprung cup mold;
lust stare, these jugs fellas.

No more bummer, ’cause deployed tits
freed from latex twine.
My phone’s summoned and employed—click!
Mamento more-see time!


*eyes