She awoke into the early glow of day, full, abundant with a familiar beautiful ache that reached down her mammary lines into the pit of of base chakra Ripe and ready, her nipples with a knowing urge with tender heat, and a gently needing swelling His mouth came to her with assurance, in warm silence his arms came around her as if both in needing embrace and containing her womanhood Her ripe bosom at the center, as he latched in a connection beyond physical Without words she adjusted him slightly and intuitively he understood As the deep internal sigh let down her milk he touched her deeply inside Kind and strong he was consistent to her need Into the morning light as she stroked his hair, the tender lines of age down his face, the goddess in her awoken, bonded they lay Later he would take her, make love to her with patience and intensity, his full weight bearing into her swollen mound and open flesh, her flower opened in the morning light