You sit there in front of me
legs spread across the girth
of a double seat
arms folded against your chest
staring at me
wanting me to notice

your bulge

and I wonder what you’d do
if I ripped off my bra
and let my freezing cold nipples
poke through
your inflated ego

Sheila Knowles

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revenge-of-the-nipples/