I Enjoy Boobs

I am a boob-enjoyer.
Often, when sad or simply blue,
I enjoy boobs and cheer right up.
Boobs are magical, constructed of fluffy goodness.
They are the only part of the body
without a mouth
that smiles.
Look at them. Touch them.
Enjoy them.
They are boobs, mounds of awesomeness,
peaks of goodness,
orbs of beauty,
headlights,
hooters,
knockers,
cans,
melons,
fun bags for the hosehounds
like me.