As I watch certain physiological aspects of my male body change in prepration for shut down I also notice other aspects become hyper accentuated. One particular image will not seem to leave my mind, a typically male response, it is an image of a breast, a right breast belonging to a friend.
I first glimpsed this right Brest back lite by the sunlight through a tee shirt. The warm glow of the late summer afternoon light highlighted in shadow the perfectly rounded summitry of the Brest, taught within the confines of the teeshirt and the image lives on randomly popping in my mind like random bits of floatsom at any opportunity. Although the other physiological responses that usually accompany a magnificent site have eluded me, this vision of grandeur stays with me. The edge of the nipple just peaking out from the white teeshirt in the warm summer afternoon will not soon leave me.
A some what bohemian observation and I hope not offensive.