The night was young, the moon was high, |
We were alone just she and I.
Her hair was smooth, her eyes bright blue,
I knew just what she wanted me to do.
Her skin was soft, her legs so fine,
I ran my finger down her spin.
I don't know how but I tried my best,
As I placed my hand on her tender breast.
I remembered my fear, my fast beating heart,
And slowly she spread her legs apart.
And when I did it I felt no shame,
I watched in awe as the white stuff came.
At last it's finished, it's all over now.
My first time ever...Milking a cow!
Published in IndiaTimes