Filled them for us.

She´s full breasted allright.
Knowing the hard kick to a man´s back is his lust.
Half a dozen proposals a year inspite.
Men dreaming of the immaculate thrust
I´d dare to speculate.
So many men with their gloating
"between-conjecture" mates.
Silenced by her, punctually stiffening them.
Never erect too late.
Never revealing, if there was to reveal.
In our minds she is kneeling,
she´s well done, medium and rear.
Yes plastic breasted and radiant for decades.
Letting you think "maybe" through a glance,
though we´re not invited to the dance I´m afraid.
She made an appearance in your imagination.
In each man´s head like a radio station.
Broadcasting her flesh like it was sweet flowers.
Was that not her intention,
her subtle yet incredible power?