breast

! Were you breast-feeding at five years old?

"Advance the halberd higher than my breast..."

"Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,

"Advancing gently forward over my breast, came almost up to my chin, and bending my eyes downwards as much as I could, I quivered."

"After thawing breast milk, you cannot refreeze it."

! Were you breast-feeding at five years old?

"Advance the halberd higher than my breast..."

"Advance thy halberd higher than my breast,

"Advancing gently forward over my breast, came almost up to my chin, and bending my eyes downwards as much as I could, I quivered."

"After thawing breast milk, you cannot refreeze it."

! Her breasts have all but disappeared.

"'I'm too old for you,' she said, her breasts heaving like milky grapefruits."

"A big old Buddha belly and her breasts swing past her feet

"And in the desert of markmasons your breasts burden the silence."

"And yet I've seen that baby Torn howling from his mother's breasts

! Her breasts have all but disappeared.

"'I'm too old for you,' she said, her breasts heaving like milky grapefruits."

"A big old Buddha belly and her breasts swing past her feet

"And in the desert of markmasons your breasts burden the silence."

"And yet I've seen that baby Torn howling from his mother's breasts

"Four-breasted queen of the planet Rozniak."

"I love you Rosie Probert" tattooed on his belly.' 'He brawls with broken bottles in the fug and babel of the dark, dock bars, roves with the herd of short and good time cows in every naughty port, and twines and souses with the drowned and blousy-breasted dead.'

"Mette takes off her blouse and walks bare-breasted to the cupboard."

"You titanic, fabulous, double-breasted Amazon.

"big breasted woman... cock feeding-bottle!"

Behold the threaden sails, borne with the invisible and creeping wind, draw the huge vessels through the furrowed seas, breasting the lofty surge.

I only wish I was breasting the tape with you.

"Four-breasted queen of the planet Rozniak."

"I love you Rosie Probert" tattooed on his belly.' 'He brawls with broken bottles in the fug and babel of the dark, dock bars, roves with the herd of short and good time cows in every naughty port, and twines and souses with the drowned and blousy-breasted dead.'

"Mette takes off her blouse and walks bare-breasted to the cupboard."

"You titanic, fabulous, double-breasted Amazon.

"big breasted woman... cock feeding-bottle!"

Behold the threaden sails, borne with the invisible and creeping wind, draw the huge vessels through the furrowed seas, breasting the lofty surge.

I only wish I was breasting the tape with you.