poem
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- Subject: poem
- From: j*@adc.com
- Date: Fri, 05 Dec 97 17:00:38 -0600
Subject: A weekend Poem
The sky was dark
the moon was high
all alone
just her and I
Her hair so soft
her eyes so brown
I knew that she
wanted to get down
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 feeling
on her soft breast
I remember my fear
my fast beating heart
but slowly
she spread
her legs apart
And when I did it
I felt no shame
and all at once
the white stuff came
At last it's finished
it's all over now
my first time ever
at milking a cow.
Got Milk?
What were you thinking?
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