Your childish head as cradled on my breasts
Nuzzles finest fuzz and veiny stipples
Lactation brings a volume it divests
You lick your lips you could try out tipples
I worry witless that youll gibe in jests
Surly like Narcissus aged by ripples
Ill finish frump youll goad our gentle guests
Bigger bodies being ungainly cripples
No onerous yet free speech well rehearsed
No humorous yet pure organic plea
No human breast milk thats then tweaked in tea
Unwanted pregnancy just poorly versed
If you love me enough to see this through
Then hooking up with you looks no hoodoo
Chorus throngs means via
Saturday, January 10, 2015
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