Written by various writers at SaidSimple.com, this is a work in progress.
More Honoring my Body Poetry
My Breasts
Like soft pillows that will provide nourishment for my babies.
For me, they are my pleasure receivers,
and for a man, they are toys to admire and play with. 
Never stopping
My breasts were one of my best features when they looked like torpedoes
They got me noticed and sometimes into trouble if you must know
If they were nibbled; bobbled and wobbled; jiggled; pinched; squeezed with the right amount of bounce
There would be bombs bursting in air I'd swear!
Exploding fleshy mounds flowing to and fro
These busts have drooped but listen here's da scoop they still keep a floppin
Never stopping
Because this is what I know
I can still can make a grown man's mind turn into mushy dough and glow!