Best Nipple Poems

The softest part of a woman
Is not where you may think

Behind the ears 
in the mouth 
or lips of petal pink

inside the knee
inner thigh
you still...

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I closed my eyes to the pain
and all I saw was beauty
your beauty
caressing the blues away
I gathered ice for the swelling
but certain swelling
I didn't want...

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In his bed she hears him approach with long strides.
The covers are over her head as she pretends to hide.
With one swift yank she is...

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Hiding into the darkness of the alley
The wetness of the rain 
Soaked upon my skin
My nakedness shows through my cotton dress
My hair drips as the...

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Door o’ green

The door of green it stands ajar,
I enter here in a dream, so far,
A rough hewn table, here it sits,
Big yellow candle splutters...

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she said my words tore away at her.

                 ...

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Laying beside you in this heavy air
I turn to take in your sultry stare
A desire to taste you fills my mind
To pull you in while...

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He woke and saw his beloved asleep with one breast partially exposed

And with his fantastic limp he works his way to the kitchen

He made coffee...

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When blue sky has drawn its veil
That's when passions will prevail
Within the dark of nights closed eyes
Entangled lovers sweat and writhe

A fervent lust. A human...

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Tilted nipple, lend
Your acquiescent ballast
To rotate earths breast

Referring to the “Milky Way”
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*Inspired by Raul Moreno's  
Nature's Best Contest...

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Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune 
A treasured grove;...

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I pop a little white moon from the packet of fifty
as pain's tidal wave pulls at the shoreline of me and springs
a summer of shocks,...

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a rose
the pain of a tatoo
on her nipple...

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I just want five minutes, just to pitch
My killer screenplay for a killer film.
The hunt for a serial killer
By glamorous profilers, nothing grubby
Or exploitive. Some...

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ODE  TO  A  NEVER RECEDING ECHO
For  Onyebuchi

Day  and night in an eternal combat.
A  truce : the eternal cycle of...

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