got milk?

I lowered myself beneath her
So that I could suckle the sweet nectars
From her breast
Mouth watering and back bent I latched on 
Two savory drops plopped on my lips
A splash on the tongue exciting the buds

There were Two drops before
She withdrew and named me selfish
I selfish? 
Having toiled so long 
Beaten and battered along the way
And all I ask is a drink

But how could she know of my thirst?
How could I know of her aching utters?
I was sucking her dry.