Revenge Of The Nipples Poem by Sheila Knowles
Revenge Of The Nipples
You sit there in front of me
legs spread across the girth
of a double seat
arms folded against your chest
staring at me
wanting me to notice
your bulge
and I wonder what you’d do
if I ripped off my bra
and let my freezing cold nipples
poke through
your inflated ego
This is great, Sheila. What a great sense of humor (and sarcasm) you have, my friend. Love this.
Perhaps Sheila, you ought to buy some 'hub caps' for those, they will obviously be in need some sort of protection! ! ! ! ! ! ! They are clearly titillating in the extreme. Sincerely Ernestine
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 5:11:10 AM # 1.0.0
LOL! ! ! This is such a cool poem Sheila...I had good laugh! !