Dónall Dempsey - LOOKING AT HER BREASTS

Tantalising twins
(one of them…my love)

both as alike
as alike can be.

Difficult as hell to tell
which elle is elle.

Mischievous sisters
often trying to trick me.

One entering... one leaving the room

swop tops
adopt each other’s hairstyles

the one telling the other the last thing I’ve said
(that only she could possibly have heard)

come back
sit on my lap

continue conversation
as before.

See how long it takes
before I realise

my mistake.

Only way to tell
them a(part)

is
a
kiss.

One has luscious lips
but no love.

One has all love
& luscious lips.

Can tell in an instant
whose lips I’m kissing.

Until once
my lovely love

tells me
that her

breasts
are
bigger

than her sisters

not much
(but just enough)

to make
a difference

to be able to
tell the difference.

So, yes...I am
staring at your breasts

just to make sure that you are

the you
that’s you.

Dónall Dempsey

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