Breasts

Breasts full and heavy
Breasts of an Earth Mother
Not unmoving mounds of plastic
They were made to be felt
Licked
Sucked
Even on occasion bitten
Love to have a man against them
Feeling his hair on my flesh
Tongue laving tender nipples
Tight peaks
Lips bringing pleasure
Nipples the color of the shell I carry
It’s the color of both my nipples and my lips
Normally it rests on my altar
For some reason
I have been carrying it with me
…
…
Why?