Saturday, March 13, 2010
MOVING on ... up towards A 34 F CUP!
I used to believe I was simply a 36DD
until I realized there was more to me
than meets the eye
and fills the pretty lace-covered cup.
I used to make myself the tight butt
of my own booby jokes and tuck
my emotions away
inside my once overflowing cup.
I used to feel hands grab my breast
in ways for me not surely the best
for genuine growth
beyond the below standard C- cup.
I used to believe I was only boobs
magnets attracting rudest of crudes
beyond my rapidly emptying cup.
I used to believe a shiny pearl necklace
was made of sperm around my neck
no matter how I felt
within the emptiness of my lost cup.
I used to believe that tits were for sucking
of one more selfish male who needed f...
screwing up my life
literally filling up my unconscious cup.
I used to believe I had to make men happy
how insanely innocent and sweetly sappy
all I was taught to do
emptying each and every delicious cup.
I used to believe my role was so small
my job was to allow red-necks to maul
private parts of me
tarnishing silver plate and golden cup.
I used to believe that it was only worthwhile
to stand up like my erect nipples to get a smile
until I grew up
to hold, protect and guard my own blessed cup.
I never know what is going to flow .. from my inner reaches. Surely shortened hemlines and sacred beaches cannot keep one more rock from smoothening itself into one more sacred grain of sand. Thus, I show my cards and continue to play my hand!
This pretty pic was taken at Malena Lingerie on the Yaletown end of Robson Street, this scintillating Saturday night. Thank you, Greg for the 3 gorgeous French brassieres with matching panties!
I actually received my own private personal fitting ... to surprisedly discover that I am none other than a 34F cup!
Bye Bye DD ...
LOVE from my twins and me.