got milk... like limerick

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A cock'll crow
when the day starts to grow
treat me
teat me
awaken with a blow

pointer points like a gun
rising to the occasion
towards the bush
towards a little push
warmly squeazing with love

pulling and tugging
massaging and milking
toying in linger
work those fingers
in the realm of milking, honey

hard as a fence post stall
head banging the wall
milk me
feel me
got milk... on your jaw

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sexysmilesexysmilealmost 16 years ago
Made me smile

Gotta love the farm!

TeeTeeTeeTeeabout 18 years ago
LOL...

Let them fingers do the walkin' or is that squeezin? Cute lil' write, thanks for the chuckle

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
LOL

thats funny as all get out, MET! thanks for the early mornin giggle

maria