My child is off breast milk now
seeks comfort in the bosom still :)
And I just Marvel at the journey
of this female form,
Fulfilling every will ♥️♥️

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Seeing the baby
Lost in the warmth of the sag
And in the odour of the new mom
the world outside, to both of us
feels like a Distant storm


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Often found
Leaking
Bitten
Heavy
But baby smitten

Enter breastfeeding
And you realise
They are a meditative keys
Because that’s the only time
You look at your child
In peace

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Enter pregnancy
When they become sore
Holding up on
What will eventually be needed more

Enter the baby
And it seems like
The breasts ‘adult’ sooner
than the new mom does
Unaffected by the pain
The miracle
In their own ‘milking buzz’

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They could be a prefix to a steamy night
Also a suffix to an intimate hug

They could play their role in a wild romance
Also in a mushy comforting snug

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Over the years
You discover
How they are beautiful
yet underrated foreplay front runners indeed
A touch, a rub, a kiss through them
A gentle caress is sometimes all that you need


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This magnetic youthful jitter stays
Up until
All girls get it
And all boys are done ogling at it
And then the jitter fades
The playfulness stays

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And well obviously
someone in your friends got it before you
And you know you had noticed it then too
So you are worried
You know eyes are on you
You are suddenly conscious of the ‘new you’


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Then came Bras
A bust-full riot
Hooking it, a fight
That you soon won
And there they were now, beautiful. Shaped.
Two wild beasts. Tamed.


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The Bosom Love

“Wear a bra”
They said

When your body topology
Got altered

Visibly different
With two pointed sags
That made you
Walk slow
Because they moved
But Often in different damn directions

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