Uncoordinated in running on all fours I forge ahead, the stout scent of cows and what I considered once as stench is different, almost a perfume to me now!
Wanting is more than having and I want them as much as they need and want of me.
The tickling sensation of my bovine sheath sliding threw the tall grass is enough to make me half erect. I bellow a greeting while trotting along, it is echoed by those who want my attentions first, they are the ones who need me!