The Joy of Reproduction
May. 25th, 2006 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
botiasNursing an infant and cradling it close brings feelings of contentment and well-being that I can reach no other way. That's not true. These feelings, they're practically post-coital. Coincidence? I think not. I engage in reproductive behavior and I am stroked. Keep up the good work!
I often run my cheek over their baby fuzz and breath in their baby smell. Who knows what many orders of adoration are concealed within this delightful stuff. My baby! My precious, my sweet pea, my little love. But only for a couple of years. So I gather them close often, and write sappy posts on my LJ.
I often run my cheek over their baby fuzz and breath in their baby smell. Who knows what many orders of adoration are concealed within this delightful stuff. My baby! My precious, my sweet pea, my little love. But only for a couple of years. So I gather them close often, and write sappy posts on my LJ.
