Those swinging milky tits that dripped left wet spots in the bed.
He swore though they used to be small, now they were bigger than his head.
“What luck,” he thought, “that I impregnated her with my spawn.
Because now I can fuck those tits until the break of dawn.”
HAHA! Lovely and awesome. Pregnancy is certainly not a reason to stop having sex, but an encouragement to continue it in new and wonderful ways. Thank you for this!
Well done, and great images!!! Yes! I also appreciated the natural sounding rhyme with flow and meter defined by the poem itself. Awesome!