breast type vs. personality
October 1st 2009 @ 7:39 pm art

An Italian sexologist Piero Lorenzoni  has claimed that he can tell a woman’s personality from the size and shape of her breasts, and his research has revealed some interesting and previously unknown facts…
his mammicular:
Melons: A woman with large, round breasts “likes eating and wants to be spoiled and admired, but seldom likes sex,” says Lorenzi.

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Grapefruit: “This woman may look erotic, but in reality is bashful and homely. She spoils her partner but prefers tenderness over sex.”

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Pears: “Loves love in all its variations. She can be very religious, but is known to have affairs.”

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Pineapples: “A woman with pineapple breasts is intelligent, often has a career but is still romantic. They are also faithful. Whoever wins their heart will not lose it quickly.”

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Oranges: “While she is self-confident and knows her goals, she has little interest in sex. She likes conversation and partnerships.”

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Lemons: “These women are full of life and can laugh at themselves. They want a balanced life without surprises.”

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Cherries: They are entertaining and intelligent. Make great partners both for everyday life and on holiday and are moderately interested in sex.

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Upon Julia’s Breasts

by Robert Herrick

Display thy breasts, my Julia, there let me
Behold that circummortal purity;
Between whose glories, there my lips I’ll lay,
Ravished in that fair Via Lactea.

from The Rape of Lucrece

by William Shakespeare

Her breasts like ivory globes circled with blue,
A pair of maiden worlds unconquerèd,
Save of their lord no bearing yoke they knew,
And him by oath they truly honourèd.
These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred,
Who like a foul usurper went about
From this fair throne to heave the owner out….

His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye,
His eye commends the leading to his hand;
His hand, as proud of such a dignity,
Smoking with pride, marched on to make his stand
On her bare breast, the heart of all her land,
Whose ranks of blue veins, as his hand did scale,
Left their round turrets destitute and pale….
His hand, that yet remains upon her breast
(Rude ram, to batter such an ivory wall!)
May feel her heart (poor citizen) distressed,
Wounding itself to death, rise up and fall,
Beating her bulk, that his hand shakes withal.
This moves in him more rage and lesser pity,
To make the breach and enter this sweet city….

-doctor
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