She makes a sign

we both just stand,

she reaches out

then takes my hand.

She walks just ahead

she shakes her soft hair,

and her womanly scent

is now in the air. 

I squeeze her hand

she turns and winks,

we always know

what the other thinks.

We enter the room

not a word has been said,

and I draw the curtains

as she moves to the bed.

She arranges the pillows

and throws back the covers,

I set some soft music

atmospheric for lovers.

I move to the bed

where we stand face to face,

we smile with our eyes

and then kiss and embrace.

As our hands meet we sit

side by side on the bed,

and the music is playing

not a word has been said.

Then our clothing just falls

to the floor or the chair,

wearing nothing now more

than our underwear.

We seek comfort and warmth

the sweet contact of skin,

while her bra is still holding

both her treasures within.

Then she reaches behind

and releases the hook,  

she makes sure every time

that I'm able to look.

For she knows how I feel

when her treasures are freed,  

there is only one thing

that will quench what we need. 

She takes one in each hand

as though she is weighing,

she smiles and then nods

and I know what she's saying.

Then she moves up the bed

to the pillows she's placed,  

there she sits like a Queen 

with arms raised to embrace.

I am there in an instant

and awaiting her sighs,

to the middle beside her

facing her 'cross her thighs

Now her breasts seem enormous

and her nipples so pert,       

she was so full and ready                     

that one started to squirt.                

So my mouth reached up for it

and she guided it in,

I latched on and looked up ...

she looked down with a grin.

She has letdown so easy

and she feels it so well,

that she sighs when it happens

and I always can tell.

She has entered my body

and I take what she gives,

I adore this sweet woman

here inside me she lives.

Then she stroked back my hair

in a loving sweet way,  

not a word has been said

that's how we like it today.     

Now she holds my eyes gently

with a warm smiling stare,

as her hand holds my head

fingers stroking my hair.

She holds me this way

looking down from above,  

she has so much to give

while I drink in her love.

With good rhythm I suckle

while my hand seeks to touch

her other breast waiting

that will give up so much.

Then she closes her eyes

hums the music discretely,

her head moves to the rhythm

then she looks down so sweetly.

She takes me slow from her left            

smiles and offers her right,

I look up and sigh

and move across with delight.

She then raises my head  

and bends down for a kiss.  

I think that in Heaven      

nothing's better than this.

Then I'm back at the nipple

to the breast that is yearning,

and my mouth opens wide

for the Bosom I'm earning.

Now again she's inside me  

she has placed herself in,            

then that confident letdown    

and that beautiful grin.

So I suckle her gently

and I drink of her milk,

and I take this sweet nectar

that is smoother than silk.

When her milk was depleted

my head moves to her lap,

as she rubs her sweet bosom   

I see her smile through the gap.         

Then she pulls me back to them

for her smothering embrace,

I look up from the cleavage

either side of my face.

Then we roll around kissing

with new vigor and zest,     

and we laugh at our freedom

then we stand and get dressed ...

This most beautiful thing  

that we do everyday,

is our absolute secret

and we'll keep it that way.

Mostly three times a day  

I will go to her breast,  

and will gladly take more

if she makes a request.

I will keep her milk flowing  

for all years yet to come,   

it's a love full of closeness 

only opened for some.   

I will take all she gives

anytime, any day,  

for as long as she lives

anywhere, anyway.

I will give all she needs          

that will make her secure,   

I'll be there for her always

she can always be sure.  

For there is nothing on Earth

that approaches this feeling,

there's a total surrender

and a bond so appealing.

Such a tangible bond

a sweet act of surrender,

and a sensual giving

which defines each our gender.

Now we're living the dream

that we've had for so long,

everything is so right

it could never be wrong ...

Then together we walk back

from the room with the bed, 

hand in hand knowing

not a word has been said.