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