I Bet That Robe Came Loose A Second After The Snap

I know we sexualize everything about a woman as a society, and believe it or not, we also sexualize everything about a man too, but it's way more subtle, but there is just something so comforting and adorable about how the person in this poem feels about this woman's cleavage. The words are sexual, but they are loving, so loving and it makes me wonder if anyone has ever felt that way about me, laying their head on my chest...

If This Is The End – Cleavage

If CNN reports there is a meteorite heading towards earth,

Hurling through space

Then this is how I choose to spend the last of my days

My last moments on earth burying my face

Between your long legs - In that special sensual place

Or find comfort lost in your warm cleavage;

Perfectly formed from your voluptuous breast  

That makes up cotton candy mountains upon your chest;

If this is the end

I would tilt back my head lock my eyes with yours

As I rescue my face

To come up for some much needed air

Then resume immediately after a couple of breaths

So I could comfortably vanish back into your chest;

If this is the end - then

This is how I choose to face this impending carnage

This last and most unfortunate fate

Buried between your lovely legs or taking refuge submerged in your cleavage

Considering myself to be the luckiest of hostage;

Who's struck with a mild case of the Stockholm syndrome (you see)

Even in the face, of such a great threat, guaranteeing certain death

But yet - feeling completely safe, enjoying the way you taste

Listening to your heartbeat - I am both lost and found in your gaze

Then forgetting this fate - I marvel at your god given grace

Looking forward to the end

I rest my hopes my dreams my secrets upon your cleavage

~ Harsha