My Sisters Milk Poem by James McLain

Silicone valleys large complete chest,
there was a regular size in Sis, friends, and pointed,
directly at me the other of my sisters
and their smaller circle of her friends.
It is perfection raw milk and it is size of the good glass
where it is smaller than the sphere
which will be seen it is secure.
This second time, as for her first pregnancy
and sis it was flowing out above it/it is after sought
Sized each side of her pregnancy wetter flowing from.
She can Inhaling, 'from the rosters wood,
as for waiting to catch me off me of
which feels to me the raw chunky milk
which is brought up by her for her ' It offers forth; She gushed.
Was sis was nursed from my nanny
and which ranked before, by me? ' He asked. As for Sis,
You said; Just three many long are the weeks and yours
As and she continued,
the reason why by her wasn't, You explain; Me,
I/her\mine long nursing,
which it is possible and crushed I felt
when she started to produce it to and squeeze
with her awkward collection simultaneously.
Lastly as for me,
It made it discharge; But Christ sis, I needed that milk.
Sleeping, I will sleep in the middle of you both tonight.