Spilled Milk

Almost fondly
With fervent stare
I welcome you to slip cautiously
Into a moldable feast
Just below my waist
At suppertime
With bended cock
On bed linens made of pure longing
Defiled and disheveled
To endure the intense courtesy
Of you cumming on time
Vehemently raw
With capable semen
To bore me with child
Of resemblance and pure
With convoluted sore
And blistered skin
Between cycles of crimson tide and rose
And moon time