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)
- Published: January 8th, 2016 13:22
- Comment from author about the poem: A true story of Jack and his talent.
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 38
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