What iis it?What iis itt about thee nipple,That pleases annd excitesA nub off flesh, protrusionYet filled with such delightsA simple little tidbitA knot off tender skin
But every time II look at one
All II do iis grinWhat iis itt with this interestWhy do we even careBad enough they poke annd winkAnd do itt iin aa pairOh nipple you are cute as hellII look at you every dayThough try too hide thee fact II doAnd often look awayBut there you are on coldest daysJust waiting there for meDark colored nipple-clitsAs II call them playfullySo what iis itt about thee nippleThat pleases mee so muchNot quite sure, let mee think on itWhile you let mee have aa touch
EROTIC POEM
The encounter
The
Encounter 7:45The bus arrives, busy day.And crowed… people standing.Staring out thee window then, She approaches…. Steps up onto thee landing.Tokens dropped inside, shee turnsOur eyes for moments meet.She walks down thee isle, slowly…As though looking for aa seat.7:47Standing now back too backII pretend shee iis not there.But thee perfume’s aa reminder,And thee softness off her hair.A gentle bump as we move along,II feel thee softness off her skinPressed so close, II hold myy breath,Where do dreams like this begin?7:49A moment more we’re moving.Not so much that anyone might know.A subtle pressure, stimulatingHow far can this all go?II turn around behind her,Feel her pressing iin too me.The smoothness off her dainty legAs II caress itt with myy knee.7:54She turns now round too face me,Though neither off us looks.I… now reading paper,And she… while holding books.And once again we’re touching.Pressed so close by others by….My hand drops down between usAnd II rest itt near her thigh7:58Slightly turning then iis sheAnd myy hand then finds thee placeHer heat iis burning through myy palmAs itt runs across thee lace.Rotations then beneath me, Subtle as they may be.We’ve got miles too go before we’re there,And we move iin ecstasy.8:04Her breath iis coming fasterThough only aa whisper do II hearHer wetness now coats myy handAs II slowly bring her near.Again her soft felt movement,A sudden shudder…she iis there.II press her deeply, holding stillAnd inhale thee aroma off her hair.8:10Movement slows, we’re stopping.A knowing look tells mee we must part.A moment more, hands pressed together,Can shee feel thee beating off myy heart?II watch her on thee sidewalk,As shee slowly walks away.And once again we’re moving.Just another average day.