You make my nips harden and my shirt flee due to its mindful thought of leaving you and I alone together.
Your laugh makes my stomach light up with fireworks and your sometimes soothing voice makes me want to lick you like I lick my candy apple.
And that's why this is dedicated to you, my tiddie man, Grayson Dolan.
You make my nips peek out to say hello when they're usually rude, hiding behind my shirt and ignoring those who want to say hello.
My nips are only comfortable around you and without you, my nips would be alienated...isolated...alone.
-Susie Peaches
