| I bled from my heart The MILK of love As I cradled you in my arms Like a baby I'm feeding you You grew cold & pulled yourself away I didn't want you to go You didn't like the taste I want you Again Lesser than before Still I want you I know you can keep me from my phobias MILK me for all it's worth Take what I can't offer You-the cold baby I held in my arms I-the white liquid you kept in your palm Let the blood pour down Into the cup of your mouth I bled from my hole The soy of love As I cradled you in my arms Like a child I'm feeding you But you grew cold & pulled yourself away You didn't like the taste God, I want you Again Lesser than before But still I adore you I know you can keep me from my lust MILK me for all it's worth Taste what I don't have to offer You-the cold baby I kept in my arms I-the white liquid that laid in your palm Let the blood pour down Into the cup of your mouth Just you in my arms Cradled in my love The white liquid kept in your palm For I know you can keep me from my self MILK me for all it's worth |
| MILK |
| Copyright Eric James, March 2002 |