Souvenirs

Reminders of the evening.
Souvenirs of the lust.
The tingling pain in my nipples.
Swollen. Red. Robust.
Screaming at the touch of fabric.
Loud rebellion as they are contained.
Pain. Pleasure. So closely entwined.
The fascination now explained.
Hours later they still provide,
Pleasure in my head.
The tingling pain in my nipples.
Slightly swollen, still bright red.