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Militant Breastfeeding Cult

Love

I feel your need as I awake
I hear your cries
The fear
The hunger
The anguish
I give myself to you
I let you take all you want
As I look into your eyes we become as one
Mother and son
You get your fill and drift to sleep
As I hold you
I climb into bed with you in your arms
We sleep until I feel your need again.

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