Poems
The sky was dark, the moon was high, All alone, just her and I. Her hair was so soft; her eyes so blue, I knew just what she wanted to do. Her skin so soft; her legs so fine; I ran my fingers down her spine. I didn't know how, but I tried my best; I started by placing my hands on her breast. I remember my fear, my fast beating heart; But slowly she spread her legs apart. And when I did it I felt so shame; All at once the white stuff came. At last it's all finished; it's all over now. My first time ever at milking a cow.