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!
Submitted: December 02, 2021
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Funny and cleaver. Yes, the larger the breasts that are revealed, the more they are regaled. But hot legs rule!
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We are nippleites! Lol!
Thu, December 9th, 2021 3:59am