Tits are good for the soul. They inspire many a bit of poetry.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. / Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. / Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
That's straight outta the Bible! I know you're not a religious man, but God wants you to look at titties.
She was terrifying indeed.
And it was a pleasure to meet you, albeit briefly.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. / Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. / Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
That's straight outta the Bible! I know you're not a religious man, but God wants you to look at titties.