My First Time
The air was thick, my heart a drum,
I'd waited for this day to come.
My hands were trembling, wet with dew,
As I approached, not knowing what to do.
So soft the touch, so warm and deep,
Secrets I felt it longed to keep.
A gentle squeeze, a rhythmic pull,
My efforts made the bucket full.
It squirted, gushed, a milky stream,
Fulfilling every farmer's dream.
Oh, the relief, the sweet release,
My first time milking, brought such peace!
*Credit to Manus (AI app) for creating the text. I came up with the title.
J