Heavy

I cupped my breast this morning as I was waking up. My left breast, the needy one. It was full and heavy in my palm. Warm and soft.

And I thought about what it would be like to have you pressed against my back, your face nuzzled into my neck, your mouth touching my nape in the place that takes my voice away, while you held my breasts for me.

Their softness filling your palms. Full, heavy, warm. Velvet against your skin.