The woman’s essence is motherhood.
Her round
perfect breasts
felt smooth in my
mouth, and hungrily
did I lick, suck and nibble
at her soft wonderful nipples
her heavy breathing and
her rapid heartbeat I
felt behind her
cleavage.
The white elixir
poured like the
waterfalls only its
flowing water went up
to the clear and bright sky
creating a milky cloud
that shudders with
pain and cries.
A mother.
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