What is it about you that holds such sway over guys? What gives you this magic? This power?

We want to look away. We try to look away. Yet, like a magnet, you pull all the lead-headed guys towards you.

We'd ask you spare us. Spare us this pain. And cover yourself up.

But we don't really want that. Not really. We'd much prefer to look and ogle. As you probably well know.

Well, truthfully, we want to do more than just that. And I'm not going to go into what that is, except to say: Those squishy stress-balls are sure fun.

You don't really want us to look though. Do you? Nah, I've heard that you don't. The words, "Ahem, I'm up here" can often be heard when we're in Full Ogle Mode. That makes me think you don't want us to look.

But then, why are you there, in plain sight? Why, oh why?

Are you hot? Is that it? Maybe that's it. The sun's beating down, your sweat's trickling, and you're craving a cool, cool breeze.

Okay, that I can handle. Except for the trickling sweat. Damn.

But otherwise, why? Why??

Perhaps you want to be cruel. You want to have power over guys. I've heard that some of you want that. And damn, sometimes it really works.

Or perhaps you want to be noticed. I'll bet you didn't want to be noticed this much though, right?

Or did you? I'm so confused.

I always laugh when you float across a room and heads turn to watch you. Like dominos, you can see all the heads succumb to your magnet. I'll bet you love that too.

That's it, isn't it? The attention. You really do want to be noticed. I knew it.

But then you turn away when we look. That I don't get. I thought you wanted us to look. Didn't you? Didn't you??

Damn you, vile yet alluring cleavage!

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What do you think of cleavage?