Our Secret by Christy

Our Secret
by Christy

Late at night,
Behind closed doors,
As children sleep,
My lover takes my breast.
Soft and small, warm and welcoming.
Every suck, he drinks down my sweet sticky milk.
With each tug at my nipple he wants more, more, more.
He cannot get enough!
Excitement grows inside of us.
Milk and love explode, again and again.
Until we melt into the milky night.
Dreaming only of, our secret.

- Christy

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