I felt big to have a cushion
but was afraid about its intention
How will I be far from her bosom
Took me 9 whole months inside her
Only to put me aside, what a world

She surrounded me with all distractions
Thinking I will take pleasures in those toys
Yet, to be near her breast is a great task
How do I protest and defend my feelings
Only to yell at me, what a sigh and feeling

Oh, I will need to feed on new milk
All my tongue is glued to the stale fura
She didn't even bother to feel my mind
She was just...