Sexy Momma

' sexy mamma' sexy; you with your pink lips and about which mouth you speak about today? Observation; do I know, of the whoms that the garden selected you not I today? Thy milk 'oh'; it functions by each beautiful face that you moved around the lips of each my love I love by you embraced. it is thus it's why ' Milk it thus my ' momma' sexy; milk it you maintain it! Carry me, traction of it's haste it to the top sharp quickly by the horns, thus open with the barn! dispatch me to the top, dispatch me upwards, come and talk while you dispatch it, walk much more me quickly, than before it', dusty sheets have puffed it up, too speak remote. And I look at you and it is thus while you look on it as it's transfixed by you. where each clear bucket half you fill with him soaking milk how it is thick with the sparkling and soft and full to the top with him. The thought, with it is faster you/I, as a its familiar animal ' birds are huming; and poetry absorptive by lazy daisy; so much more quickly and each dropp which it dripps, is one less than I loosen, because of him. To like a seed it finds, and for you it functions in addition to too many eyes machines ' today and of me always hear 'sexy momma' sexy; and when they milk it. Where does it run to, how did it arrive there is it? Is it rich like they say as green hay, softer, softly cotton soft than the brown one?