Milk is where we meet in sweet
sticky surrender to honeydew feet
Bow to the pleasure of flesh and flood
Bow to the taste of honey and blood
We are but that which created this flesh
Our milky white sinfully delicious goodness
We come as we please but are we to tease


Do we know what we do when we fall to our knees
We slip and we slide, in honey we glide
we poor out of flesh to crave of desire
where our milk falls pooling, heated in ire
We **** and we poke each dip of the skin
We play with honey as if it's a sin
What have we to do but role in our lust
and drink of this sweet sticky milk we must.