I would offer
To milk your breasts dry
Of all the suckling loves, impregnating
That whirlpool of your fertile womb
A push comes to shove
As shove comes to fall
And they drown in the self-flattering reflections
Of gastric-intestinal fluids mistaken
For the much enviable excretion of orgasmic mutiny
The fools are damned for not knowing
Differences of the same love!
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