Lemons I don't have a cleavage. If I stuff my boobs in a push-up bra all I achieve is a rising dough effect. My breasts have veined with time. Shy tendrils have eased across my flesh and gravity has created a bean bag consequence. I remember reading of a young girl's breasts, the writer (a male) likened them to lemons, the kind (I guess) with teated ends. No doubt he saw them thrusting, impatient with poking nipples permanently erect. All I saw was thick rinded yellow while my mouth filled with a bitter after taste.Joy Reid |