Vísnahornið

The sky was dark,
The moon was high,
All alone just she and I.
Her hair was soft,
Her eyes were blue,
I knew just what
She wanted to do.
Her skin so soft,
Her legs so fine,
I ran my fingers
Down her spine.
I didn´t know how,
But I tried my best;
I started by placing
My hands on her breast.
I remember my fear,
My fast beating heart,
But slowly she spread
Her legs apart.
And when I did it,
I felt no shame.
All at once,
The white stuff came.
At last it´s finished,
It´s all over now,
My first time ever,
At milking a cow.....