Nippled Poems - Poems about Nippled

...In the DEEP woods, where shadows CREEP and play, The winds WEEP, secrets SPEAK and sway, As branches CRACK, the night FALLS back. The MOON glows with a silver TUNE so bright, Each star SPAR......

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...ODE TO THE MYRRH TREE So the tree stood in the centre of the desert Mangled by winds of change and truth of joy and chains of dust and torrents of rare rain Burnt black and senseless by ......

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...To be inspired, I suck the Muses' breasts; and, like young babes that thirst for tender milk, and for health from their mother's nippled chests, I champ the teats sublime for strain......

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...Master Painter was a lover whom kissed his canvas portraits After his work of arts he thought them finely gorgeous Long lengths in time with his prime he grew to be obsessed Of their lips, cheeks......

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...So often now, as I lie sleeping She calls to me, sweet sister, weeping For a lover’s love. And I, a suckling babe, Am roused from rest To suck upon her rosebud nippled breast. To feast upon her......

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...Some are born by paupers Their struggle starts at infancy; With dried-up bottoms And washed-out concertina ribs, Yet their rust-colored teeth find solace On their mother’s shriveled breasts. ......

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...when we doubt we doubt each other when we hurt we hurt each other when we talk we talk behind each other when we go to war when we kill each other when we fk we fk ourselves before the......

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...when we doubt we doubt each other when we hurt we hurt each other when we talk we talk behind each other when we go to war when we kill each other when we fk we fk ourselves before the......

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...There once was a flexible stripper got her nipple caught in a zipper the fabric flexed but she was vexed It got sawed off in the gripper There once a one-nippled stripper she lost her nip in ......

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...Oh how this bodice is dressed in taffeta, Lined with hundreds of lavender pleats Spiraling, drooping, whirling All over my voluptuous contour … Bare these limbs grinding on soft moss ......

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...Foggy Bottom . . . and top, full surround, without sound. Socked In, in pilot lingo, moving blind, no visible exit; one choice; move forward. Headlights barely sliced through the thick, ......

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...Late afternoon surfers clasp the wind-swollen waves to chests rounded and tanned, jut-nippled and muscular -- the scent of their youth fresh as the salt air. They ride the belly-quivers of the......

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