Brassiere...

Somewhere as we go back in time,
To see masked divinity,
To unravel mysterious lines,
We dance to the tunes of natures sovereignty...

Who was the base who provided the support?
Was it just a mask who won all the accolades?
Who made the witty thirsty for more?
Who went beyond natures games?

For a piece of clothing ain't just a piece of clothing my friend,
Nor is seductive fate so seductive when it is stripped from being arcane,
The scent of a woman is just natures scent,
Her scent is a blend of her frolic and vain...

Under layers of cloth is what has brought dormant souls to life,
To be a perfect sculpture is an honest quest,
To get the perfect sculpture is an ancient strive,
When you looking at her chest you are actually looking at divinity provided by divine breasts...

A notorious lad,
Trying to play notorious games,
Lusting after what he never had,
He is a just a slave of the mighty sovereign...

Picture from the net- ( flickr.com )