Two Black Nipples

I had a Nanny who was black she loved to look at me and whack the living daylights out of me to set, she said my dark soul free. I had a younger brother too, when he was small he would turn blue the doctor said he needed air my Nanny, though would simply bare her ample bosom on one side then tell the boy to open wide. She was convinced and lectured others that something lacks in certain mothers, and Nannies from the Master Race did have the substance to replace the nutrient, a missing link and then she sat there, sent a wink to me the one who salivated at those two somewhat overrated but to a kid humongous bags. Forgotten were the constant nags and all the hours at attention like soldiers, which I need to mention. She'd been a slave just years before and left that country's foreign shore, once in the good old USA she learned to find the jobs that pay. Not only did she rake it in she let us have it on the chin. And like a sergeant in a drill she gave us kids a constant chill. Her little slaves, she called us often I waited for her heart to soften but in the end I was content that in this life some things are meant to be ignored and substituted by pleasure genes and their deep-rooted erotic mindset which, like ripples are mesmerised by two black nipples.