Why the thoughts of woman’s nipples
Keep drawing men like bees to honey
Leaving thoughts helpless and crippled
Turning snowy days to summer
Mammals have them, everyone
Used for every sort of litters
Then why is it each mother’s son
Find their racing hearts a twitter?
Honest questions make you think
Pinks and reds, all viewed in color
Brings back times without a blink
Calming times embraced by udders
No matter what, I pause to think
Through all these years my heart still flutters.
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