there's a rather attractive mother
breastfeeding beside me.
I only looked once
or twice.
it's a fascinating thing.
he's 3 months, she said,
and when he latched on she
threw a blanket over
his head.
he's done after a minute,
I feel that's very quick.
now she's tapping his back
her bracelet
is rattling.
I feel like the baby.
I want the breast too.
but I sip on my
coffee and coke instead:
it's got more kick,
but it won't give me
an ********
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
there's a rather attractive mother
breastfeeding beside me.
I only looked once
or twice.
it's a fascinating thing.
he's 3 months, she said,
and when he latched on she
threw a blanket over
his head.
he's done after a minute,
I feel that's very quick.
now she's tapping his back
her bracelet
is rattling.
I feel like the baby.
I want the breast too.
but I sip on my
coffee and coke instead:
it's got more kick,
but it won't give me
an ********
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