My breasts are swelling

With milk

Staining my modest fabric

My baby is satiated

Yet the hardness in my mounds

Pains

Come my love

Relieve me from this ache

Kneel before me

Like a devotee

Waiting for the pious offering

From the goddess

Lemme pour drop by drop

On your expectant orifice

Relish this passage

I will feed you both someday

You latching with thirst

And my baby 

For his hunger.

©LR