Morning Feed
Soft sleepy fingers
Innocently
Fondle my frame.
Dusk outside
Dimly lights your face
As you invade my space.
Eyes closed,
Mouth open,
Wet left behind
As you play search and find.
I shift to assist,
Secretly smiling my delight
At your fervent fight.
Wanting to please,
I aid with ease
And reward you with your prize.
Soft coos
Escape your lips
And tiny hands grip
As you devour
During morning hour.
Sucking slowing,
Belly growing,
Arms holding,
Tightly.
Not wanting to release
I keep you near.
My heart’s
Love...
My heart’s
Dear.
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