The only wish I have

Is to be fed by you

When you are lactating

When your breasts are sore

Coz of bounteous nectar

Spilling 

And staining your modest layers

I will cradle you on my lap

Unbuttoning your blouse

I will maraud them

Suckling earnestly

Then I will merge them together

And nestle betwixt your cleavage

Soaking your heat

And being your baby.

©LR