It rains down to the nipple
forming a strain flow of comestible
Virtuous of varies assemblage
Daily weaver of woven wodge
A suntan bronze body burden entity
Sultry soul who is never off duty
YOU ARE READING
THE FALLEN BREAST
PoetryI bow my goddess idol like a mango tree I fall shout out to African mothers
THE FALLEN BREAST
It rains down to the nipple
forming a strain flow of comestible
Virtuous of varies assemblage
Daily weaver of woven wodge
A suntan bronze body burden entity
Sultry soul who is never off duty
