The Lady in My Life
There she was. Her large bright eyes - framed by long dark lashes - gazed deep into mine. Her breath was sweet and gentle. I stroked her face. She leant in towards me, brushing her cheek against my own, and sighing softly. She felt soft and feminine against me. I took off my coat and put it around her shoulders to keep her warm, as the spring breeze rufffled through the trees.
I had known the first time I saw her that she was no ordinary gal. She was special; unique, and she was all mine. Destiny was no ordinary cow. She was my rare, gold prize winning blue-eyed dairy cow.
submitted at 9:49pm
15 November 2009