Milking (Not Mine) Poem by Harley Morriss

i saw this poem and found it funny so i will share it

its not mine

The sky was dark,
The moon was high,
All alone just she and I.

Her hair was soft,
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.