The sky was dark, the moon was high

We were alone, just me and her

Her hair was brown, her eyes were blue

I knew just what she wanted me to do.

I just don’t know how, but i tried my best

As I placed my hands upon her breast

Her hair was soft, her skin was fine

As I ran my fingers down her spine.

I remember the fear of her beating heart

When she aprted to move her feet apart

I did it all through the night

At last, something came out, sticky and white.

It’s done, it’s through, it’s all over now

My first experience of milking a cow.