When a breast is confined in white silk,
Or else satin, or aught of that ilk,
It is bound to elicit
An urge for illicit
And rapturous suckling of milk.
Tag: breast milk
Mother’s milk
Weaned too early, according to Freud.
So he said, and though sometimes annoyed
By his wanting to suck…
(Could they just have a fuck?)
Being sucked she, in fact, quite enjoyed.
Let down
He pressed into her big breasts and nuzzled;
Her milk flowed, he greedily guzzled.
“Bit odd!” she thought, bored,
But the fact he ignored
The best bits, down below, left her puzzled!