Whilst we wait. A poem. I admit I used Grok. I shouldn't have bothered I think I could have written something better but I'm lazy.
**Brooke Marsden**
Brooke Marsden walks with a soft, knowing sway,
Her curves announcing the start of the day.
Two generous moons, proud and full in their grace,
Rise and fall gently with every soft pace.
They draw the eye first, then the rest of her follows—
A quiet smile, golden hair, and laughter that swallows
The room in warm light. She carries them well,
Those soft, heavy secrets that only she can tell.
Enormous and lovely, they rest against her,
A private landscape of velvet and fur.
Brooke Marsden, unbothered, just lives in her skin,
And the world, for a moment, forgets how to begin.