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Breastmilk
by Jasmine Sword-MannWe lay together upon
the bed with nothing but
the sound of our breathing -
silent as the snowfall.
Here it is warm and he
sucks with fervent impatience,
lips encircling a dusky areola
and an erect nipple.
My breasts are full and heavy;
akin to an overripe melon
waiting to be cut open, waiting
for a tongue to lap its syrup.
It is 2 a.m. and there is pleasure
to be had in the ebb and flow of
these serene moments: a tiny
body drifting into the land of Nod.
But my thoughts drift to the electric
shiver of another tongue sliding across
my milky-white breasts, another
tongue suckling a sticky, flushed nub.
A different man; a
different set of lips. 12/01/2010 Author's Note: At least, that's what I thought about when I was nursing my son.
Posted on 12/01/2010
Copyright © 2025 Jasmine Sword-Mann
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/01/10 at 01:50 PM I always wondered how erotic a woman might feel while breast feeding a child. Well now its been said and nicely done too m'lady. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/01/10 at 02:11 PM ...ahh, 'tis poetics your using here, right? a crazily delightful read, and honestly heart-warming...we dads miss that drama. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 12/03/10 at 08:25 PM of course i like this =P |
| Posted by Aaron Michael on 12/08/10 at 12:28 AM i REALLY loved the reference to the land of Nod. made me tear up. Nostalgically, as much as poetically, of course ;) |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/11/12 at 05:42 PM Way to capture a moment like this, and give it so much personality and depth. |
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