I laughed to death when I saw a poem about breasts written by a ghost
There is indeed no shortage of capable people in Sichuan, I laughed to death
Those who have breasts are also breasts. .
The number of things on a woman’s chest is two, and they are called left and right.
It was developed in cardamom and matured in 28 years.
It lies dormant during the day and displays its brilliance at night.
It’s called Mimi, it’s called Bobo, it’s called Shuangfeng, it’s called Huafang.
Beauties have always fought for territory, and heroes have been gentle since ancient times.
What does it look like? Deep winter ice and snow.
What is its quality? New cotton in early summer.
What is its taste? Peach and plum in spring.
How is it? The eyes are shining.
When it moves, it looks like a cautious jade rabbit; when it is still, it looks like a carefree white dove.
Tall, trembling meat, pink and tender, and juicy.
Steal men’s souls and make women lustful.
Looking down at my haggard head to explore your twin jade peaks, it is like a ship entering a harbor or an old man returning home.
Get rid of the cold wind and rain and plunge into the warm ocean. Deeply held, shallowly swayed, intoxicated, flying.