With you,
Every talk is majestic
And every touch, magnetic.
I hear the beats in your chest
And feel the heat of your breasts.

You are
My discrete musical scion,
My sweet-sweet mystical onion.

Oh enigmatic queen,
Reach out to your dream man;
He longs to kiss your lips
He longs to be your king.

Why did Nairaland change d word I used "breasts" to "bosoms"? Nawa o! Is breast an evil word? *shakin my head* Even Voicesnet.com, which is more of family site, didn't alter my poem. I'm really disappointed o!

Is B *R *E *A *S *T *S an evil word? I cant even write it in a comment! Is Nigeria still dis pretentious & hypocritic. So disgustin

Nairaland doesn't censor d word breasts again. Tins don change sha. Hehehe...