Sensitive

I've  heard, and read in science fiction,

About superpowered affliction.

Some with x-ray vision, which would be nice,

But mines a bit simpler, with a spice,

My breasts slightly larger than most,

Harbour a most intelligent host.

It's my over sensitive nipples here,

That alert me when sex is near.

When strapping men enter a room,

I turn into a nipple goon.

They stiffen and they swell,

Giving signals out so well!

Messaging the nearest bloke,

That on harder dicks I choke.

A beacon showing my interest,

In going off to get undressed.

When offered to a hungry mouth,

My inner heat all goes down south.

As I nurture every lad,

Like a mum they Never had!

And when they're circled by a tongue, 

An Aria somewhere is sung.

My ecstatic nips erect,

Brings arousal quite direct.

Although they cannot stop a bullet,

They sure as hell can turn a mullet!