I milk it like I might a cow, not too hard, but firm enough to get the honey, the smell of it, she and me together, most intoxicating, we have no need to drink, just squeeze it and feel the pleasure growing from the inside, and wonder, is this how a cow feels when a calf sucks its dry, and do I dare take both in both my hands, drawing each to a hardened conclusion, how does she feel when I do this? Does it feel the way I feel when she milks me? And dare I wish for this, day and night, rising and then again as I lay my head to sleep. This idea we need each other for this, to milk each other until the honey comes, and the scent of it gets us both too drunk to care.
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