I have always taken the tips of my fingers for the beginning of her hair
-- Edmond Jabes
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The sky was dark, the moon was high
All alone just she and I
Her hair was sof her eyes were 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 no shame
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....
Warm eyes, wet lips
Gently touch my finger tips
Soft sigh ilky hair
Longing for me to touch her there
Her begging eyes
Her whimpering cries
Urgent needs of one so sweet
Bring me quickly to my feet
The night is warm, there is no doubt
It's my turn to take the dog out....