When you have been denied, you cannot rest.
Your dreams do not offer succor, only a harsh reminder of unmet need.
Waking from them into the grimness of the pre-dawn.
Mouth empty.
Heart empty.
Folding around the rumpled pillow, sigh of despair creeping out of your nostrils.
Falling back into troubled sleep.
Burdened with waiting during the day. After day.
Yet one night, you turn, tangled in your sheets.
To find her, see her.
There.
Half in the darkness, half-illuminated by the street lamps shining through your window.
Unbuttoning her blouse.
Beckoning your lips to clamp around her dropping swollen nipple.
Arms wrapped around her, cradled against her, you suckle and drink.
Your cock: harder than you think it could be.
Her sweet milk, filling your mouth, warming your throat.
Eagerly, you go from breast to breast. Afraid to stop, afraid she will be gone with the dawn.
Even you can be filled, can be satiated.
To slide into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Finally.