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If your nipple were here,
I would pinch it,
I would elongate it,
I would grasp it between my fingers,
Roll it,
Feel the skin as it tightens,
Maybe even see if it bends
But I would at the same time, stretch it,
Not only would I grab it,
I would massage it.
Did I say elongate it?
I meant I might bite it.
Could I suck on it?
As I lay my lips on it
The air is cold out
Warmth is it…
As I press against it
Comfort is…
How I miss it.
If your nipple were here.
How memorable it now appears.