An Ode to my ANR Partner

(Missing my other half, feeling poetic. Here, it’s safe to share my feelings, scream my love from the rooftops. Enjoy. And thank you ABFH)

Imagining I’m there, sitting behind you, my hands on your breasts, my fingertips lightly tracing circles around your aureole, not touching your now-stiff nipples. Not yet. I slide my hands underneath them, feeling their weight, knowing they’re heavy with milk.
That you made 
With your body
Just for me
Because you choose to
Share
This precious 
Gift
With me
Making me
The luckiest man in the world