She was talking about <br />or where they both were going with out this. <br />Can you get more randomless? <br />What kind open line is this for conversation? <br />I stood up, not being keen on her talking now. <br /> <br />I want you to milk the cows out there, not me! <br /> <br />Opened eye that always bulged. <br />Okay, with that the others here that were, <br />closing, open hands but never still. <br /> <br />Come here, hold on...there all alone. <br />Look there's no one here to see. <br />The wind a breathless whispers, Me.' <br /> <br />When you were always on your back and sick! <br />I would do that but in thought to you. <br />The cow now trained. <br />Closed eyes on me. <br />Are you afraid that you might coming there enjoy it? <br />Or that you don't now want to touch and move <br />them brown those dreamy eyes? <br /> <br />His eyes were unwillingly drawn to the pink semicircle <br />that resided beneath her open hand. <br />Below the warm large white stomach. <br />He shuddered at the thought. <br />CONSIDERING touching udders, of squeezing them... <br /> <br />He shoved her disturbing mental image out of his head. <br />And then she always toothy smiling said. <br /> <br />There open lays the market, come lets go!<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/milk-the-cows/
