36 Double D

36 double d,
Thoughts of which fill with glee.
Seek I do to set them free,
And gaze upon perfection.

Mounds of flesh that thrill.
Up my spine a chill.
I'll never have my fill.
It causes speculation.

Still lovely and still firm,
I struggle for a term,
So yet I might confirm,
The thoughts of my temptation.

Unshackled and set loose,
I'll put them to good use,
Absent of their juice,
They feed me with sensation.

Look and touch and cup I will,
Until that I have had my fill,
And then I'm ready for the drill,
And experience elation.