HER NIPPLES

She wasn't in first place best endowed
but of what he could do she was proud.
Her nipples were perky little things
when he'd fingertip caressed in rings
worked inwards from the areola
before palm cupping them all over,
Her breasts would extend at least an inch,
tempting him to give them teasing pinch.
Oh, how she could from the house tops shout
of his prowess in making them sprout.
To girls with whom she had close friendships
she'd purr 'He's got magic fingertips!'