You sit there in front of me <br />legs spread across the girth <br />of a double seat <br />arms folded against your chest <br />staring at me <br />wanting me to notice <br /> <br />your bulge <br /> <br />and I wonder what you’d do <br />if I ripped off my bra <br />and let my freezing cold nipples <br />poke through <br />your inflated ego<br /><br />Sheila Knowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revenge-of-the-nipples/
