ribaldry on the Beaufort Scale

oh those nipples touching the air
would my mouth were a gentle breeze
then stepped up steadily from 3 through 9
to describe you I’m at a loss for words
even so   at the ready always is my tongue

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

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