I’ve never had a fascination with mammary glands: they are nothing more than glorified sweat glands (how’s that for putting a damper on it?)
Yeah, I get it. Biologically, a woman with large breasts is likely to be able to feed her offspring better than a woman with smaller breasts. So, evolution probably pushed men to find such women attractive. However, women with fat are more likely to be fertile than women who are emaciated like supermodels: they have the energy stores to sustain a pregnancy. So what is this fascination with skinny women?
As long as they “fit” a woman’s body, they look just fine. For me, that’s a very wide range.
Like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginningOn an ever spinning reelLike a snowball down a mountainOr a carnival balloonLike a carousel that’s turningRunning rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes of it’s faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind !
Like a tunnel that you followTo a tunnel of it’s ownDown a hollow to a cavernWhere the sun has never shone,Like a door that keeps revolvingIn a half forgotten dream,Or the ripples from a pebbleSomeone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping ….
Keys that jingle in your pocketWords that jangle in your headWhy did summer go so quickly ?Was it something that you said ?Lovers walk along a shoreAnd leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drummingJust the fingers of your hand ?Pictures hanging in a hallwayAnd the fragment of this songHalf remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belong ?
He: when you knewThat it was overYou were suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turningTo the colorOf her hair !
She: when you knewThat it was overIn the autumn of goodbyesFor a momentYou could not recall the colorOf his eyes !
jmworacle over 4 years ago
Some guys however prefer small boobs.
V45mikky over 4 years ago
So true
pcolli over 4 years ago
But if he remembers the colour of your boobs………..
dlkrueger33 over 4 years ago
Nobody knows the color of my eyes. Even my husband of 20 years. Let’s leave it at that.
DanFlak over 4 years ago
I’ve never had a fascination with mammary glands: they are nothing more than glorified sweat glands (how’s that for putting a damper on it?)
Yeah, I get it. Biologically, a woman with large breasts is likely to be able to feed her offspring better than a woman with smaller breasts. So, evolution probably pushed men to find such women attractive. However, women with fat are more likely to be fertile than women who are emaciated like supermodels: they have the energy stores to sustain a pregnancy. So what is this fascination with skinny women?
As long as they “fit” a woman’s body, they look just fine. For me, that’s a very wide range.
Marvin Premium Member over 4 years ago
Who are you yapping at, Auntie? Half of us don’t date guys.
gnome over 4 years ago
(.)(.)
Flatlander, purveyor of fine covfefe over 4 years ago
I had to get out wedding pictures of first wife to find out.
mirabai305 over 4 years ago
Been. There.
Bobtul07110 over 4 years ago
I remember the color of her eyes,too. And we’re still married 45 years later.
Ed Brault Premium Member over 4 years ago
Like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginningOn an ever spinning reelLike a snowball down a mountainOr a carnival balloonLike a carousel that’s turningRunning rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes of it’s faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind !
Like a tunnel that you followTo a tunnel of it’s ownDown a hollow to a cavernWhere the sun has never shone,Like a door that keeps revolvingIn a half forgotten dream,Or the ripples from a pebbleSomeone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping ….
Keys that jingle in your pocketWords that jangle in your headWhy did summer go so quickly ?Was it something that you said ?Lovers walk along a shoreAnd leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drummingJust the fingers of your hand ?Pictures hanging in a hallwayAnd the fragment of this songHalf remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belong ?
He: when you knewThat it was overYou were suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turningTo the colorOf her hair !
She: when you knewThat it was overIn the autumn of goodbyesFor a momentYou could not recall the colorOf his eyes !
wknehans over 4 years ago
Or you’ve got truly amazing eyes. And the nice thing about pretty eyes is that they don’t sag or hang low as she ages!