NIPPLE CLAMPS

Told you weeks before that you had nipples
That were made to be pampered
Feathered
Silky scarf, slowly peeling its way across them.
Nipples, I recalled
Every time you came to mind
These past 27 years since we’d last held each other close.
Nipples begging to be
Pinched
Bitten
Sucked
Pulled
Tweaked
Licked
Rolled between two fingers
Slid across my eyes
Shoved into my ears
Rubbed down my forest of chest
Stuck into my begging pee-hole…
You still seemed surprised
When I told you to close your eyes
And your breath drew in sharply
Gasping when your engorged lefty felt the first pinch
And again
When I evened out your surprise
Your pain
Your accepting trust.
Running my tongue over the cold chrome
Dampening your pink tips as they got slightly darker
Your eyes closed and back arched
So I slid my hardness
Up slowly
Into your dripping gash
My mouth quickly
Subtly, tugging on the beaded clamp
And your head swung
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth.