by J. Hope Stein
I wander back and forth from the bed of a baby to the bed of
a husband. By the time I get to the husband’s bed, my shirt is
still off, my nipples still wet and pointed and wanting to be
touched by anyone but a baby when he puts them in his
mouth.
When we are done, I sleep with the baby.
From:
Little Astronaut
Copyright ©:
2022, Andrews McMeel Publishing, Kansas City, Missouri
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