Sweet and tender
tips of your breast
touch
top of his head
as it lays
in her soft skin
lap
beneath her belly
some small
air he breathes
lover with
her motherly
mothering
loveliness
he traces with his
trembling fingers
the curve of her hips
and the smooth
of her thighs
intoxicated by the scent
of her woman body
but he knows how
to behave himself!
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