Milk Out

He makes me come loud. He makes me come softly but swift. He makes me want to breathe and take my time through this state I’m in.

 He makes me come loud.
 He makes me come softly but swift.
 He makes me want to breathe
 and take my time through this state I’m in.
  
 The air and rainy weather
 never tasted so bright or better.
 He makes me question everything
 of who I am, what I’ve seen, and where I’ve been.
 I wonder yet again
 what the hell love really is then?