Ode to boobs v.2

slow jazz blues, blues, soul, bluesy guitar licks, vintage, vinyl warmth, smoky male vocals, Cynical and heart-wrenching tone

V3.5

[Instrumental intro]

[Verse 1]
I'm boobs-related academic, [soft vocalise: "Mmm-hmm~"]
A tit-science professor grand. [descending piano riff]
In boob-related matters, magic, [breathy melisma: "Aah-oooh→"]
A master! Yes, across the land! [growled rasp on "land!"]

[Verse 2]
In my strong hands, I’ve held them all - [whispered backup: "Alll now…"]
Different kinds, both big and small. (big and small)
From modest pearls to mountains grand, (Oh yeah~)
Firm as ball or pudding-soft in hand (different breasts)

[Bridge (piano glissando, "shooby-doo" with reverb):]

[Verse 3]
Sometimes you caress them gently, [whispered "Mmm…" in pause]
And kiss with breath so very warm, (Hoooom-ba)
And they respond quite diligently, [melisma on "diliii-gently"]
With nipples hardening, taking form. [sharp double bass + bluesy glissando on "fo-oorm"]

[Verse 4]
And you proceed with motions tender, [gentle piano tremolo]
Your tongue upon her skin so sweet, (Sweeeet sugar…)
And feel the boob-quake, oh so slender [shivering vibrato on "slen-der"]
You brought her pleasant trembling heat. [passionate exhale: "Ohh…" + fading sax]

[Verse 5]
Or squeeze them suddenly and tightly, [raspy vocal punch: "Hah!.. tightly"]
In passion's rush, so strong and keen. [harmony in thirds on "keen"]
It feels so good, both pure and brightly, (So right, yeah…)
And know that it is mutual, seen. (A-men~!)

[Pre-chorus]
Sometimes you pass by, (accidentally!)
She’s in the kitchen crafting pie, [playful scat: "Hey now~" offbeat]
You take THEM out, flash a (Wow!) [trumpet: "Wa-wa-waa~... Wow!"]
She thinks: “Oh… there will be sex now!” [whispered backup: "Mmm… comin’ up"]

[Chorus]
In a flash, no delay - [sharp sax wail on "delay"]
You’re flat on your back, no say. [growled vocal on "no say"]
She moans, fever-flush, unbound... [building backup moan]
Her breasts bounce, "eclipse the sun!" [climactic melisma "suuun!" + cymbals]

[Instrumental break]
[The harmonica imitates female laughter]

[Verse 8]
She freezes, shudders, locks in place - [muted trumpet with wah-wah]
Her breasts pause, halted mid their race. [abrupt silence + finger snap]
A march of goosebumps, swift and sheer, [cascading piano + backup: "Gooosebumps!"]
Charge down her skin, so soft, so near. [uitar tremolo + whisper: "So close…"]

[Climax]
I worship breasts—pure, raw passion, [raspy backup: "Yeah… preach it!"]
Crave them near, skin-to-skin fashion. [call & response with backups]
With my last gasp, my dying breath— [dramatic pause + organ drone]
I’ll rasp, “Show… me… breaaasts… before death!" [3-part harmony on "breaaasts"]

[Outro]
I don’t believe in God, but still— [sudden quiet vocal]
I’ll yell this loud, no fear, no frill: [rising sax crescendo]
“Thanks, Lord—you’ve got the perfect skill— (Oh sweet Lordy!")
For dreaming up… BREAAASTS!" 
Pure thrill!!! [full band + choir: "Thrill! Thrill! Thrill" → fade-out]

[instrumental outro]

[End ]

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[Instrumental intro] [Verse 1] I'm boobs-related academic, [soft vocalise: "Mmm-hmm~"] A tit-science professor grand. [descending piano riff] In boob-related matters, magic, [breathy melisma: "Aah-oooh→"] A master! Yes, across the land! [growled rasp on "land!"] [Verse 2] In my strong hands, I’ve held them all - [whispered backup: "Alll now…"] Different kinds, both big and small. (big and small) From modest pearls to mountains grand, (Oh yeah~) Firm as ball or pudding-soft in hand (different breasts) [Bridge (piano glissando, "shooby-doo" with reverb):] [Verse 3] Sometimes you caress them gently, [whispered "Mmm…" in pause] And kiss with breath so very warm, (Hoooom-ba) And they respond quite diligently, [melisma on "diliii-gently"] With nipples hardening, taking form. [sharp double bass + bluesy glissando on "fo-oorm"] [Verse 4] And you proceed with motions tender, [gentle piano tremolo] Your tongue upon her skin so sweet, (Sweeeet sugar…) And feel the boob-quake, oh so slender [shivering vibrato on "slen-der"] You brought her pleasant trembling heat. [passionate exhale: "Ohh…" + fading sax] [Verse 5] Or squeeze them suddenly and tightly, [raspy vocal punch: "Hah!.. tightly"] In passion's rush, so strong and keen. [harmony in thirds on "keen"] It feels so good, both pure and brightly, (So right, yeah…) And know that it is mutual, seen. (A-men~!) [Pre-chorus] Sometimes you pass by, (accidentally!) She’s in the kitchen crafting pie, [playful scat: "Hey now~" offbeat] You take THEM out, flash a (Wow!) [trumpet: "Wa-wa-waa~... Wow!"] She thinks: “Oh… there will be sex now!” [whispered backup: "Mmm… comin’ up"] [Chorus] In a flash, no delay - [sharp sax wail on "delay"] You’re flat on your back, no say. [growled vocal on "no say"] She moans, fever-flush, unbound... [building backup moan] Her breasts bounce, "eclipse the sun!" [climactic melisma "suuun!" + cymbals] [Instrumental break] [The harmonica imitates female laughter] [Verse 8] She freezes, shudders, locks in place - [muted trumpet with wah-wah] Her breasts pause, halted mid their race. [abrupt silence + finger snap] A march of goosebumps, swift and sheer, [cascading piano + backup: "Gooosebumps!"] Charge down her skin, so soft, so near. [uitar tremolo + whisper: "So close…"] [Climax] I worship breasts—pure, raw passion, [raspy backup: "Yeah… preach it!"] Crave them near, skin-to-skin fashion. [call & response with backups] With my last gasp, my dying breath— [dramatic pause + organ drone] I’ll rasp, “Show… me… breaaasts… before death!" [3-part harmony on "breaaasts"] [Outro] I don’t believe in God, but still— [sudden quiet vocal] I’ll yell this loud, no fear, no frill: [rising sax crescendo] “Thanks, Lord—you’ve got the perfect skill— (Oh sweet Lordy!") For dreaming up… BREAAASTS!" Pure thrill!!! [full band + choir: "Thrill! Thrill! Thrill" → fade-out] [instrumental outro] [End ]

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