I have become a mother!
Overnight my boobs exploded
into a pair of ripe fruit,
aching, begging to be suckled,
leaking with milky goodness.

After my child has gone to sleep,
and my breasts are still engorged,
I stand under a steamy shower,
hand-expressing milk off my tits,
keeping it coming.

You appear in the misty bathroom
lactose intolerant but willing to get wet.
You kneel at my feet, suckling gently,
milk dribbling down your chin,
keeping it coming.