Savage Breasts



I long to hold them
	gently in my hands.
Carress them softly
	feeling the warmth 
of your soul through them.


You long for me to hold them.
There must be a way
for us to function
with me suctioned to them.


People stare at us.
Locked together hand to breast.


But, my awareness fixates on the need.
To soothe the savage breasts.
As they soothe me.




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