Who Sex Changes Poem by James McLain

The night she brought it to him/her home
and she showed it, his\their new room.
Then it crawled into bed soft cotton with it
and being milked and milked it, sighed.
Sitting next to him, she was holding it
and held her close to it, his deep rocking
back and forth to calm it moving down.
He was full of such thick white milk
and starting where she to it drips
seeping right through to his pants,
Each, 'removed the cotton blouse..
Pulled out full around each mouth
one then the other, dripping out
and eased him to it.

“Drink, it.
slowly, 'drink it.
It will soothe you.”

As it drank the jetting milk from it, his, her
Aunt knew his, 'Uncles breast.
One of three, but you the three as one.