The Nipple
There are times I will opine
That nothing else is so divine
I mean the nipple
Lovely burnished berry brown
Pointing up or pointing down
The wondrous nipple
Rolling gaily on my tongue
As its praises all are sung
The lovely nipple
Rising proud against the night
Make me glad the t-shirt's tight
The perky nipple
Just a tiny bit of skin
But to show it is a sin
The naughty nipple
Hidden in a cup of lace
Or dancing just before my face
I love a nipple
That nothing else is so divine
I mean the nipple
Lovely burnished berry brown
Pointing up or pointing down
The wondrous nipple
Rolling gaily on my tongue
As its praises all are sung
The lovely nipple
Rising proud against the night
Make me glad the t-shirt's tight
The perky nipple
Just a tiny bit of skin
But to show it is a sin
The naughty nipple
Hidden in a cup of lace
Or dancing just before my face
I love a nipple