I'll leave you with a slightly risqué poem - I have difficulty with accents - but we are all grown up.
I caught a glimpse of your breasts
from under your Halloween costume
I knew you were falling in love with me
for no man could
notice
the movement of your chest in his
imagination
It was a break with your unusual
modesty
for me and me alone
through which you engraved on my
formless
desire
the incomparable and decisive profile
of your breasts
like two deep fossil shells
that remained all night and
probably forever