M4F Yorkshire UK for long relaxing suckling sessions

Why we need this so much?

The world outside is loud, a chaotic hum, Of deadlines, bills, and voices that demand, But here, my mouth finds where the silence comes, And I forget the weight of all I planned. I bury deep, my nose against your skin, The scent of you, of lavender and sweat, Is the only map I need to navigate within, A place where all my worries are forgot.
I suckle your nipple slow, the rhythm deep and steady, Not for the rush, but for the quiet pull, My mind goes blank, the noise becomes unsteady, Then fades away, leaving my spirit full. The tension in my jaw, the knot in my chest, Unravels with the pull of my own need, I find my peace within this simple quest, To drink the calm that only you can feed.
And you, you feel the change, the shift in weight, As my heavy head rests soft against your side, The stress of work, the battles of the day, Begin to slide, with nowhere left to hide. You feel my grip, the way my fingers dig, Into the fabric of your shirt, so tight, And knowing I am here, needing this big, Makes all your own long hours feel alright.
You arch your back, a sigh escapes your lips, Not just from pleasure, but from letting go, The day’s demands dissolve in gentle dips, As I find my refuge in your softest glow. Your hand rest at the back of my head, While I suckle deep, The tension breaks, the heavy chains unspoke, We both are healing in this quiet nest.
It is the need that binds us, sharp and clear, My need to forget, your need to be held, The way I suckle drives away the fear, The way you hold me makes the day unbeld. No words are spoken, just the sound of breath, The wet, warm rhythm of the act we share, A dance of life that conquers fear and death, And leaves us floating, weightless, in the air.
So let the clock run out, let the world spin round, We are here, locked in this specific grace, Where I find silence in the sound you sound, And you find peace in the time I take to trace. The stress is gone, the work is far away, Just skin on skin, and breath, and heart, and need, We are the anchor in the grayest day, Two souls finding rest in what we both need.