Pimple on the Nipple

What is this, my lovely friend?
Seriously, though, it's not the end.
But why here now?  You've lost your mind.
Pulsing through me, most unkind
But I shall rally, my attack,
Squeeze you til you can't come back
My left one you should take a hint
From righty and her smoothness bent
Taunt me less, responding more
To lotion in my silky pores

Lefty, taunt me all you please
I will one day find our ease
You are nothing but a lump
Of grossness, I will this day trump
Set your little head at ease
Prep yourself: here comes the squeeze.

Oops; I gave too much away
As if it was my wedding day
And here's the reason: little sun
I have missed two days of run
It's just a bump, as some would say
Yet leaves me quite in disarray
So here I go; I leave you all
A pond is sending me it's call.