Drink the milk,
Drink it down,
Open your throat,
I love the sound,
That you make,
As I fill,
Your every crevice,
With my will,
Now bend over,
Kiss the tile,
For every inch,
You’ll give a mile,
Now beg for it,
From your knees,
I’ll grant release,
When I please.
I felt the dominance in that poem.
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