I caught you in the icebox

The cool glass quart pressed

To your lips, a milk mustache

Thick but dripping into your

Mouth curling into a smile.

I capped the quart and kissed

Your lips, sucking the cool

Creamy milk from your tongue

Sliding the sleeping gown up

Your thighs spreading, setting

On the table, I licked between,

Sucking your warm writhing lips

I slipped inside and shook the

Table loose, filling you with

My warm sticky salty milk.

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