WebAll in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day; And blown by all the winds that pass. And wet with all the showers, She walks among the meadow grass. And eats the meadow flowers. This poem is in the public domain. Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) is, for many of us, the first poet to whom we were introduced, through ... Web26 mei 2006 · other The sky was dark the moon was high all alone just her and I her hair so soft her eyes so blue I knew just what she wanted to do her skin so fine I didn't know how but I tried my best I remember my fear my fast breathing heart but slowly spreading her legs a part and when she did I felt no shame and all at once white stuff came
Milk Me Please - Medium
WebWhen Milking-Time is Done Ferme à Venoix by Christian Skredswig by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts Full Text When milking-time is done, and over all This quiet Canadian inland forest home And wide rough pasture … WebThey Are Truly And "Udderly" Amazing. We eat grass majestically in the fields of greatness. Farmers milk us. We don't like it very much. Some call us okay. Others call us awesome. But we like to call our selves, AMAZING. Without cows, you would have no milk to pour over your cereal. You humans would probably die from the lack of milk that we ... byoc-premise
Poem : My First Time
WebFloral Cow Meets the Mailman. Floral cow woke up one morning with flower seeds on her head. They grew and sprouted, some turned pink, others red. She enjoyed them ever so much, they gave her identity. I think I like them more than you, she said to bumblebee. Bumblebee laughed and said “oh, honey, no way! Web30 nov. 2007 · It was my first time ever It was my first time ever And I'll never forget I'd do it again Without a single regret. The sky was dark The moon was high We were all alone … WebHow my heart hammered under my blouse, With the joy of a boy that's turned into a man As I made my way back to the house. Twenty years have gone by since that evening, But … byoc otc