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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Sep 12 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.12.08.27.1013]] |
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It is there---not two breasts, but three. I birthed it, pushing it to life when life taught me that you hungered for something beyond the pale--- something more than moist, something not supine, darker dreams and wild whims and fantasy with edge. I dug into my soul, explored my deepest places, and grew one more breast to suckle you to pleasure. And oh it was sweet at first, knowing I gave you something you craved and shared with no other. But this venus had three paps--- and ever you suckled the one. Is it any wonder that the nipple grew sore, and cracked, and now I can not bear your teething, and creep away rather than have to look into your eyes and say the no I am so close to screaming? You were my lover--- so much what I needed, and now you are a needy spoiled monster child, never counting the joy I gave, but thinking only of your next sweet. Do not ask why the honey grew a vinegar edge, why the orchid shirvels when you water it not. Do not speak to me of what you NEED, when what I have needed has been too much bother for far too long. You call me bitch now--- shrew--- worse. But you made me all this when the word share vanished from your lips and heart. |