the milk rolls down your thighs
i am of no surprise
you caught me the first time
with your eyes
does it turn you on?
does it make you turn and run?
of how we could have such fun
within one another within that foreign land?
I am a spider crawling up your sleeve
to the very last breath
the very first plead
you plead to me to stop
but I will not
your back is arched in pleasure
and I know so much better
how to tease the beauty from the beast
you run to me in shirt sleeves
and you leave on both knees
come to me in depth so dark you cannot
the light it is
and see all the world lies within me.