The breast is like a god
That we hold so much
As if bypass our minds
In its matchless force
It is the mightiest milk
To which great men lived
Its emotionally attached
In its endless seals
Itself makes you fall
Its teeth make you rise
In all it's wondrous works
In its rage less form
Its not in men's of age
But in the youth who is
When its emotionally displayed
In its fearless bait
The breast is that Union
Between souls of earth
It can charm so many
In its created form
I did love the breast
That can give me milk
But not like the breast
In its worthless self
In men's pin-poo skins.

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A significant value of human part is adored in God's creation.