Cleavage

Noticing a woman’s breasts
You really can’t avoid;
I’m simply uttering the truth,
Not being paranoid.

I’m talking ‘bout those boobs encased
In bras that make them pop.
I have no clue how that must feel
Since I am light on top.

But in the summer, tank tops rule
Or low-cut V’s or T’s;
And cleavage takes up center stage
To varying degrees.

Some women call attention to
Their assets, and they strut.
Your eye is drawn to what’s on view
And really, nothing but.

A necklace hanging in the crack
Accentuates what’s there.
Though I am hetero, I find
It’s so hard not to stare.

I wonder how I’d handle it
If I were so endowed.
I think I’d show off, too, and be
Both in your face and proud!