Nipples

She was American he said
Other than that
All he could remember
Was the size of her nipples

"Big as gooseberries!"
I reminded him she was also pretty
And had an arse that begged abuse!
Strange what one chooses to remember
And chooses to forget, he said

As he mused about a dingy lounge
Somewhere in Stoke Newington
Unaware that as he spoke
His tongue was searching
For her delicious nodules of flesh

©2006 by Keith Brighouse

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Keith Brighouse is a 51 year old fine artist with poetry ambitions. He was born in Liverpool, England and now lives in Rotterdam, Holland. He gave up a well-paid job in education to become a misunderstood genius living in penury and misery but now has time for his twin passions. Keith invites you to visit his Web Site.