After The Baby Poem by Dee Wright

After The Baby

Rating: 5.0


Baby sleeping now
at her breast
self satisfied grin
upon her face.
She calls her husband over
complains oif how
heavy & hurting

her breasts
are/
She offers him
a breast
and gently he
suckles her
as demanding
as any baby
weeping with milk
she weeps with plesure
as her left nipple
stiffens.

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