Oh C-cups...
Two perfectly lovely, roundy handfuls;
Personal distraction devices;
And more fun to play with than women let on...
Many have been the nights,
The fleeting moments passing by the mirror,
When I just couldn't help but stare.
Never have I known satisfaction in my own size or shape,
Until you.
But alas,
All good thing must end
We must be prepared to say farewell.
I'm on an rigorous road of reps,
And you will simply melt away.
I will not mourn the loss of other lumps and bumps;
Jiggles and wiggles;
Pounds, puckers, or any other pesky pinchables.
But I will miss you.
B's just don't compare to you,
Oh C-Cups.
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