I can see your nipples,
Through that mesh shirt.
And your sending ripples,
To me, you little flirt.
I can see them standing tall,
Through that flimsy thing.
Putting out a call,
For a little fling.
Come on take my hand,
Lets go check them out.
Going from the fire to the pan,
Thats what it's about.
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This is hilarious! I give it a 10 for comedic relief!