I bring you to the theatre
(& being you)
your nipples come too.
Hidden in the slip seats
in the darkness beyond the gods
you sitting on my lap
to get a better view
your nipples
decide to pop out
(take a peek at the proceedings)
under the influence & guidance
of my intuitive & ever eager fingers.
'Oh! ' they say.
'Ah! ' they say.
Impressed by their first
theatrical experience
I rising to the occasion
giving them a standing ovation.
'Can we come again! '
they plead & plead.
'Oh...please! '
'Anytime! '
I promise unhesitantly.
And now your nipples are quite
the theatre
goers.
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SUCH A LUVIE!
Wardrobe malfunction!
(nipple pops out...peeks at play)
Standing ovation!
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THEATRE GOERS was originally this haiku which managed to make itself lost.. so forcing me to write this longer version of the tale to be told. But. - like the proverbial bad penny it cropped up shortly afterwards...so that there are now two points of view to the one story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a titillating little poem, pardon the pun.....Ruthie: o)))