On the topic of delectable dots and biological buttons

Your nipple is an island of pleasure.

A solitary haven

thrusting towards the sky from a sea

the color of silken coffee.  

There are tiny creases upon it;

like the fine lines upon one's lips

that whisper of secret things.

Unlike the bashful mimosa

it yearns for my touch

and hardens from the slightest contact.

Your nipple is an island

And my mouth, the coming tsunami.

Earthquakes.

Eruptions.

Then soothing silent calm.

(time to visit the other one)

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by tobie