Her Cleavage

Some men like to look into her eyes While other like to look at her hair, But, for me it's looking at her cleavage That is where I always enjoy to stare. No matter of her look, or of her dress, Her cleavage is where my eyes are transfixed, I confess. When she wears a low cut neckline My mind then never rests, Especially when in my thoughts it is revealed There's that revealing area between her breasts. Then my mouth it drops in a aw, When I get a glimpse of her colorful bra. She enjoys showing off her cleavage Especially when she goes out to dance, I'll buy her drinks, maybe one after another While hoping to temptation I'll get my chance. Sometimes I feel like cleavage lunging, When she's braless, and her neckline is plunging. Temptation is the best to help one think and see Especially when she says to look into her eyes, Her cleavage is not there for all to view Maybe it has become someone else's prize. In me it causes this fan such a rage, When she covers her cleavage, and blocks the stage. A woman highlights her cleavage As a professor will highlight a book, Certain lines and phrases must be remembered They give a smile, and hope, when you sneak a look. In this world for me there is only one true paradise, That is why at her cleavage, I always place my eyes. Randy L. McClave