Her First One
by John Yelavich
Every woman
remembers
her very first one;
eager anticipation
was often outdone
by wishful smiles
as bright as the sun.
This special appliance
women endlessly seek;
it lifts their spirits
in a way that’s unique;
adds coveted curves
to blossoming physiques.
Maturity later reveals,
a once fertile frontier
has lost its appeal;
what’s now held so dear
is a soft, comforting feel
of a worn-out brassiere. |
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