Well chaps... I've been lurking for a while and it's about time I admitted to someone just how obsessed with breasts I am, even if it's just a bunch of strangers!
I've decided to introduce myself in style, and as a writer - what better way than to begin with a poem? I thought it would be funny a while ago for someone to write a sonnet in awe of Miss Ewa Barbara if only for the sake of the pun, but realising that no one else probably would, I took up the task. Poetry is not really my medium but this is how it turned out:
Sonnet for Ewa (An ode to breasts in iambic pentameter)
Eyes so bright and intelligent a grey.
Hair dark and long, lascivious, jet black.
Your beauty doth shine in every way,
(And no doubt you're excellent in the sack.)
Though if we can tear our eyes from your face,
However incred'bly beauteous it be,
All other thoughts will leave one without trace
As your crowning glory we sudd'nly see:
A pair of breasts just so perfectly formed -
So round, so firm, yet natural as grass!
How we long to touch, to hold, to be warmed
By those twins of joy (not to mention that arse).
My darling Ewa, be mine - I insist!
Or at least keep mod'lling; I'll keep my fist.
And for those uncultured yobs who care not for the delights of poetry, find enclosed a smashing picture of this singular astounding lady.
Lampshade "I suppose I should give this sig thing a go as well" Aspect.