<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347655" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Milk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He slides <br>Under the<br>Covers...<br>and<br>Suckles me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every night<br>He transforms<br>From a man<br>To a baby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Bosom<br>In his mouth<br>Oozes out -<br>The milk of<br>Love…<br>Flowing in me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aparna+Chatterjee">Aparna Chatterjee</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347655" data-title="Milk de Aparna Chatterjee" data-description="He slides Under the Covers... and Suckles me. Every night He transforms From a man To a baby. My Bosom In his mouth Oozes out - The milk of Love… Flowing in me."></div> </div> </div>

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