That's a load off my chest | |
Amy requested entries for an EA write-off where the subject was something to do with the old phrase "Size does matter."
This was my entry, and since I haven't seen it anywhere so far and I put a lot of thought and fun into it, I thought I'd share it with you now.
Enjoy,
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They say that size does matter, and I'm here to say it's true
For I know it all too well, and I shall tell my tale to you
You may find it somewhat bawdy and perhaps a little rude
That I speak of such attributes in a manner blunt and crude
When I first met my dearest, she was but a double-A
When she was on her back, well, both her boobies went away
The others, they did tease her and made fun of her chest size
But what she did lack up there she more than made up in her thighs
A few months passed, and we both grew, and so did both her breasts
When we would hug I now could feel her A's between our chests
They were so pert and perky, and she loved to have them felt
And if I were to suck, well, her resistance sure did melt
After a while, they grew some more, and now she wore a B
The effect on her appearance was a wondrous sight to see
With just the hint of neckline, her cleavage now could be revealed
And the slightest hint of jiggle on our wedding day appealed
Sure enough, she wore a C, and the effect was most profound
The way they'd sway within my grasp when they were both unbound
A mite more than a handful was perfect for our carnal needs
And provided a nice place to rest when she performed her oral deeds
I buried my face deep within her bosom many times
Warmth and comfort greater since she'd grown larger than two limes
She now could hold my head quite deep, completely engulfing me
It all made sense when she revealed she'd grown some more to D
Then double-D, it came and went, she grew slightly larger still
Sometimes they'd shrink and grow a bit when she was on the pill
When we had kids, and they stayed large, and oh, what fun we had
Although leaks were all too frequent and she had to use a pad
When her nursing days were over, it was then I saw the change
They became quite soft and pliant and the feeling was most strange
And that's when I noticed they began to sag a bit and shrink
Taking on a pale color when they both had been quite pink
She was most concerned with what within her had gone oddly wrong
When a pair of 38-DD turns into a pair of 36-Long
From DD's down to C's and then they quickly shrank to B
And I started then to worry, what would be left there for me
Beneath her toughened nipples now she sported just an A
And I was worried that these too would shrink and go away
Sure, now when she went jogging, she didn't have to strap them down
But we both missed their company, and she and I just frowned
So we visited the doctor and we talked for quite a while
We looked through a picture catalog and selected my wife's style
Then we picked a size, a shapely C, which best felt and fit her clothes
And so the doctor did the surgery, and then he did my cousin's nose
With recovery and shaping exercises she became
Somewhat firm but tender to the touch, and still the same
Oh sure, I'd love her flat or fat, it's her I love, whatever way
But still, we both like that they're there for my hands with to play
For size, yes it does matter, and in ways I might think not
But no matter what the size, try to do the best with what you've got
And if God takes back what he doth grant, well, that doesn't have to be the
end
Because plastic surgery's an option, and on that you can depend.  | 
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