Tit - Anne L MacNoughton

[highlyeccentric]

The breast that wins the prize
in the nationwide wet teeshirt contests
is the one that stands UP the most.
That's easy.
It's just a few years old
and hasn't been sucked enough
yet.

She drove her pickup into the station,
jumped down, brushed the dark tail of hair
out of her eyes and slammed the cold nozzle
into her gas tank.

Under the thin cloth of an old white teeshirt
her tits were loose, weighty.
Old tits.
But the nipples were still sharp.
One breast - larger than the other -
hung an extra inch down her arm, almost to the
elbow.

Attendant slides over to her.
You shouldn't be goin' around like that, you know.
Aren't you 'shamed
in public without a bra?

Nah, she says.
I USE these.
Use 'em for what? he asks,
leaning on the pump.

She looks up, stares him straight in the eye.
I put 'em in men's mouths, she says,
to get myself off.

And ever so often
I bleed oceans of caramel
into the mouths
of babies.

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First published in Libido magzine; reprinted in the ecstatic moment: the best of libido