I Am Trying To Paint

I am trying to 
paint:                         
A forest,and by its 
foot in the 
stonywalled 
meadow--a 
shepherd and his 
flock                              
On a sunny spring's 
day.              You 
are the shepherdess 
chasing the funny 
young-sheep and   I 
am your shepherd 
sitting under a 
tree,watching 
you...!                             
How your big 
breasts bounce And 
the thick long braid 
beats your big butts.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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