Erotic PoetryMilkedlike a cow,"
your ad said,
and so here I hang,
suspended by ropes
from your barn's rafters,
while you pump
my cock and balls
like a cow's udders,
squirting every drop
into an oaken bucket.
But what the heck,
I'm gonna get all the
free hay I can eat.
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