Ten minutes I had, for the ongoing march
The war was raging
So was I, from within
Dreary with months of suppression
Desperately seeking a release
I sauntered purposefully towards the red light area
The display of seasoned flesh,
The inviting looks, failed to lure me
As I was looking for something deep
And then I found it, in her guileless eyes
We looked
And acknowledged
With tacit understanding
We walked towards the meadows
Eyes locked, as I unbuttoned her shirt
Her plump mounds were already dripping.
I realised, she was lactating.
A pang of guilt swept over me
As I figured her paucity
But my frenzy took the better of me
Grabbing her by waist,
Devouring her copious fountain
I was lost in milky galaxy
Nestled between her breasts
I stole a glance
She seemed in her trance
Swelling in pride
I immersed again
Was it my release or hers
I didn't introspect
Handing her my remaining cash, I left
For ten minutes had slipped by
And the march had already started.
©LR
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