The evening, was dark outside,
The moon was reflecting the sun, up high,
All alone, just her & I, as we stared, up at the sky,
We were both, as nervous, as we could be,
She looked over and stared at me,
I reached over and put a hand on her breast,
As I rubbed her ******* I felt it was time for the rest,
She started spreading, her legs apart, I knew it was time,
To start, I was proud, felt no shame,
Then the white liquid, started coming out,
I kept my hand on her breast, until she was done,
What a memory, the first time, I milked a cow.
The Original: Tom Maxwell / poems © 01/10/2025AD
Philosopher
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
The evening, was dark outside,
The moon was reflecting the sun, up high,
All alone, just her & I, as we stared, up at the sky,
We were both, as nervous, as we could be,
She looked over and stared at me,
I reached over and put a hand on her breast,
As I rubbed her ******* I felt it was time for the rest,
She started spreading, her legs apart, I knew it was time,
To start, I was proud, felt no shame,
Then the white liquid, started coming out,
I kept my hand on her breast, until she was done,
What a memory, the first time, I milked a cow.
The Original: Tom Maxwell / poems © 01/10/2025AD
Philosopher
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