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My sour milk
Come devour
My sour
Milk.
Rub over your silk.
Your ilk
Is my favorite thing
To bring
To your lips.
To wrap the base with my fingertips .
To bow you down on your curvy hips.
What a women sips
Out
Of the spout
Of a man is between her and him.
Not for the dim
Dame
Without memorable name
To know.
My sour
Milk.
Rub over your silk.
Your ilk
Is my favorite thing
To bring
To your lips.
To wrap the base with my fingertips .
To bow you down on your curvy hips.
What a women sips
Out
Of the spout
Of a man is between her and him.
Not for the dim
Dame
Without memorable name
To know.
Published 26th Jun 2021
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