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Friday, June 11, 2010

The First Poetry Challenge - A Quandrant by Little Ol' Me! ;)

The poetry challenge was to write a "good" or "decent' poem that started with the sentence:

"I like big tits"

I'm afraid that I was a little over-zealous and wrote 4. I'm not sure that these are "good" per se, but they aren't terrible and I suspect that they fall into the category of "passably decent"....LOL.

Thanks to Laura Brueckner for the perfect image to accompany this madness! :)

If I tagged you and you aren't part of the original challenge it is because I thought these might make you chuckle! :)


i like big tits;
firm and full,
soft and sloping,
rising from the torso
with stateliness and might

i like their boldness
standing side by side;
twin peaks
in an exhibition of
grandeur and grace

i like medium tits;
supple and sweet,
pleasant and pliable,
dancing on the ribcage
with perfection and form

i like their allure
poised proudly upright;
twin sisters
in a display of
delicious delight.

i like small tits
pert and perky
wee and wonderful,
ignoring gravity's pull
with fortitude and favor.

i like their defiance
sitting subtly staged;
twin jewels --
grace in action
arrayed against a womanly form.

i like tits
in all their shapes
and all their diverse sizes;
nourishing the body and the spirit
with dignity and distinction.

i like their beauty
pleasingly perched in pairs;
twin stars
adorning women's majesty
in all our varied guises.


I like big tits! This, I admit -- medium and small ones too!
Tits or titties, boobies or breasts, are wondrous things to view.

I sometimes think I like them best
Spilling unapologetically from a too-tight dress.

Or bursting forth from the tantalizing V
of a t-shirt worn a bit snugly.

Overflowing from a sweater that fits?
What a perfect display vehicle for a lovely pair of tits!

When small and pert, it comes to pass
I visualize them in a crystal champagne glass
and toast their petite grace, so fine
with an expensive bottle of sparkling wine

A feast for the senses, pillows for our head
for the soul a gentle respite, and delectable in bed.

From birth, a source of nourishment, of comfort and fascination;
as adults they are the subject of unabashed temptation

Men envy us for having breasts; blessed are we that possess them!
We can stay home and play with them, and lovingly caress them

I'm grateful that all tits exist they are indeed divine
I honor their abundances with poorly crafted rhyme.

So exalt their feminine beauty with this fervent prayer:
Oh Heavens! I am thankful that women's breasts are there!

Photo by Laura Brueckner


I like big tits I must confess; they're, by definition, grand.
And small breasts hold no less appeal, I'm sure you understand.
I find them gently comforting and titillating too.
I confess to my distraction when breasts come into view!
They fed us as an infant, and our ancestors before us.
To them we should be grateful and raise a joyful chorus.
In fitted sweaters, riveting; in corsets so amazing
In pretty bras, they give us pause and set our pulse a-blazing.
We cover them with lingerie; with fripperies adorn them.
We push them up, and strap them down, and hopefully adore them.
They jiggle as a woman walks, displaying female grace.
One cannot help but gaze at them despite a lovely face.
We want them and we dream of them from morning into night.
We can not get enough of them in all their female might.
So honor yours and treat them well, each month be sure to check them
Be thankful that you have your own; please frequently inspect them.
By all that's Holy, they're Divine; art devised by nature
Both ornamental and well-designed, regardless of nomenclature.
Breasts could launch a thousand ships, they hold such fascination
I like big tits. I like all tits! All Hail Tits! Celebration!


"I like big tits" said a man from Peru
"But I'm fond of the smaller ones too
And those in the middle,
I too like to diddle
Hooray for all titties! Woohoo!"

© Tanya Anguita

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