Poetry

Looking good in your pull over hood,

But I know you look better without the sweater.

Show me your boobs.  Can I hold them now?

I’ve been sitting on my hands for several reasons;

Your flesh is warmed by my touch.

Nipples are nature’s stick candy, sweet and pointed.

I am a pedantic romantic. 

You’re foolish for letting me near you.

Don’t put your shirt on yet.

Dammit!