Breasts were on my mind today. I thought about how warm they are, how sensitive, how undeniably and characteristically female they are in our minds. Not even the sexual aspects, I just thought about life and how they offer it a source of nourishment. It's so natural. So unequivocally taken as true but never actually pondered.
I then thought about the sexual aspects. How they lie while resting, heavy with a weighted swoosh as you shift body positions in your bed. Or, how they irritate so easily when touched, never wanting to give way to the feel of fingers grazing them, or their disposition to tighten against the cold, when it's nippy outside.
(puns).
They harbor and trigger the onset of hormones that you cannot avoid, they change the way you think and perceive the sense of touch. They have the ability to make a mother out of a woman who wishes she wasn't and a sinner out of the virgin.
