Milk
A Poem- By Me
He says he loves you, but whenever you are with him, he touches you sweetly.
As if he is saying with his hands that he only wants the sweet milk that flows between your legs.
The milk that makes you a woman
He says that if you loved him you would just give it up.
He makes you feel as if you are in the wrong, to want to wait and to want to remain pure.
He pressures you until you give him the milk that he begged for.
After you lay in bed, as he goes to take a smoke on the deck, and you he see it in his eyes, that he has won.
He becomes distant, for he is looking for someone else that has sweeter milk.