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Click hereShe sleeps,
legs spread before me,
pink lips subtly swollen,
slick, moist . . .
generous with our love's morning dew,
still dreaming of our nightly joy,
She dreams
of our love,
her lips quietly forming my name,
pursing,
moaning,
kissing me in her sleep.
She breathes—
her breasts rise before me,
full of milk,
slowly beating with the erotic pulse of life,
thick, firm, and tempting,
glowing with a mother’s love.
Our baby cries.
My love slowly stirs before me.
Rising nude,
with the slight weight of her pregnancy on her belly,
rubbing her temples, moving quietly,
then quickly holding, cooing, kissing.
I move behind her,
caressing her nipple
and offering it to our baby,
the life force flows,
the force I devoured the night before,
so wanting of my wife’s love,
as hungry as our child,
as needing as our infant when she suckles,
our precious little girl,
our dream, our joy, our gift
that drinks so greedily,
biting with the engaging pain of love.
I nuzzle to my wife,
kissing that spot she loves,
holding her breast to our child's mouth,
loving her, loving them.
My fingers finding my wife's moist opening,
my thoughts relishing our night of love.
“Not now, my wife,” she whispers softly,
her nectar belying her words
with voice sweet as honey,
filling me so completely I want to burst
with my happiness—
our bliss that will never end.
“Okay,” I whisper back, and we kiss.
It is a gentle kiss, yet full of our passion, the love
that is ours—of the three of us.
Our baby is only the beginning of the completion,
her siblings will complete our joy,
sate our need, create our family, enable our legacy.
Our child smiles, gurgles happily, contented.
I sigh, they move me so.
Oh, how they move me,
filling my heart, my life.
My wife smiles thoughtfully, sighs contentedly—
she moves me.
I love this, and commented over on your blog. Strange how the presentation of poetry has more impact than one might think. The lazy, measured line space over on the blog version suits this poem much better than the traditional Lit single-spacing. It's a wonderful poem, regardless.