The wind took on an unnatural howl as it passed over the cyclopean geometry of her breasts. I stared, but did not, could not, comprehend.
Edit:
“My eyes are up here” she said–but I would not, could not, look away. I Began to weep as i realized they were the last thing I would ever see, blackness creeping in at the edges of my vision every time I put forth the heroic effort to turn my head.
They plopped out from under her bra into my hands like a pair of jiggly neutron stars
The wind took on an unnatural howl as it passed over the cyclopean geometry of her breasts. I stared, but did not, could not, comprehend.
Edit: “My eyes are up here” she said–but I would not, could not, look away. I Began to weep as i realized they were the last thing I would ever see, blackness creeping in at the edges of my vision every time I put forth the heroic effort to turn my head.
Sorry I’m crying from laughter, this is pure poetry
I need to start describing my boobs in funnier ways, this is such a fun writing idea