What is it?

What is it?


What is it about the nipple,
That pleases and excites

A nub of flesh, protrusion
Yet filled with such delights

A simple little tidbit
A knot of tender skin

But every time I look at one
All I do is grin

What is it with this interest
Why do we even care

Bad enough they poke and wink
And do it in a pair

Oh nipple you are cute as hell
I look at you every day

Though try to hide the fact I do
And often look away

But there you are on coldest days
Just waiting there for me

Mutli-colored nipple-clits
As I call them playfully

So what is it about the nipple
That pleases me so much

Not quite sure, let me think on it
While you let me have a touch.