Jack

Kren

Nipples

Strong and durable

The love I have for them is incurable.

A man I met, his name was Jack

Life before seeing his nipples; I will never get back.

Like sausages they hung from his elegant chest.

Made the rest hang, looking like breasts.

It was the day I met him I decided I would put them to the test.

I held on tight, and jumped. The weight of my body got his nipples pumped.

Jack screamed, for it was too late; his nipples were gone, and onto the floor.

Thats where they shall reside forevermore.

I am sorry Jack.

 

 

-Kren

  • Author: Kren (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2016 13:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: A true story of Jack and his talent.
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 39


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