Transcend. Eminence. Renaissance.

Her Bosom Blossoms.

It’s a fact, these bosoms weren’t made from fat but a collab from God made tissues and glands that gladly generates a lovely taste of milk in the land of honey.

So sweet, so soft, so tender, so sensitive, I must confess

Her breast is where her heart rests.

Where her heart rests, it is the heart that caresses her chest to be the sacred space to feel safe and nurtured.

It is a Mother’s nature to give breath of milk to a new born to feel born again.

It is a Woman’s nature to embrace the maturation of her body as it maturates the beautiful time scales of womanhood.

There are stages to this. Nevertheless as the body growth changes, the essence of breasts remains the same.

For I’ve seen her breasts been played like a game of guess to the outsiders, been laughed at, dishonored, violated, diluted;

But there’s no more space to put more blame and shame her for the lack of awareness how Holy and her body and organic vitality are.

For she is a living organism, and her breastplate is productivity out of the ordinary.

I praise Yahweh for his flawless creation, designed for a purposeful way, blessings for her heart to be the breastplate of righteousness where honor, love, delightful pleasure dwells in.

For the righteousness of her breastplate, lays a foundational building blocks of a Wonder Woman who stands by strength in nations.

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