Country Road (A Poem About Adult Nursing Relationships)

She stops the car on a country road
where only the sound of crickets is heard
and she lures me to her lips
licking them till wet;
gently, so gently,
she uncovers her breasts
and trails her fingers to her ribs
while her fullness accentuates the night
and tempts but I won't fight.
Giving in to her every whim
I warm her breasts with my hands
and taste every inch
until she pulls me further in.
It's then I feel her let down;
her milk so sweet on my lips
so perfectly delicious
wonderful - so right
as we fog the windows while her beauty flows
on this lonely country road.


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