As we stroll around the gallery I notice that neither of you are wearing bras
But your breasts are not a mystery to me as I have seen them on many occasions
Yet not so often these days as we live at opposite ends of the city
Occasionally I see men looking at your breasts
And admiring their subtle movements
For at that moment you are at the centre of their decaying universes
They look at me and think how could such beautiful girls
Be sharing their day with a lanky wanker like me
But I do not care as I possess all the advantages