Poem
I wait for you on the bench.
I wait a long time.
Where are you?
My big breasts hang heavy in my bra,
Weighing it down.
I can feel the straps dig into my shoulders,
My heavy balloons pulling down in the cups.
All for you.
But you're not here,
And my breasts are so big for you:
Big and heavy and lonely...
Waiting for you.
I send a message.
But no reply.
You need to fondle my big chest.
My bra creaks from the their weight as I shift my position.
Men ogle me as they pass by,
Their crotches severely distended.
They want me and my big big tits.
Don't you want my big tits?
Where are you?
The longer I wait, the heavier they seem.
They need to be taken out and fondled,
Sucked on and fucked.
But I just wait here on this bench.
With only my heavy burdens for company.