I will give you a trailer 

Of what you are dealing with, baby

I will smudge you

Between my breasts

While sitting cross legged

On you

I'll choke you

With my milky essence

All over your face

Till you smell

Only of me

When you yearn to suckle

I'll pour only a drop

To your famished flesh

And leave you cold

To deal with worldly affairs.

©LR