******* imbued with full female form.
*******, full and formed.
Dusky and beautiful, as is the skin over which they dwell.
Filled with life and love for infant so pure and new.
Woman form so young so firm, a peach in a velvet shell.
She is not an object of ****** desire.
She holds in  her heart true love for one, for her ******* are swollen for her newborn son.
He whimpers, an enhancement of life giving flow, as his hunger builds up, his face it doth glow.
Her face glows too, glowing with infinite love, between mother and son.
Redder and redder, almost scarlet.
With  his hunger, he's calling.
Mother hears and so obeys, milk dropped tee-shirt obvious.
Whenever  he calls, night or day.
She is beautiful, serene, tranquil, natural.
Natural birth, nature nurtured.
He is beautiful.
She is young, the newborn mother, blessed with the swollen *******.
(c) Livvi