warm spring sun
a walk
you and I
by the lake, hun,
trees breathing easy
the first flush of green
and here
by the oak
I think of it
you think of it too
so I guide you
push you
back against the trunk
hold your arms
behind you
your resistance noted
but weak
not here
yes here
but someone might
shut up and kiss me
our mouths
collide
your coat
falls open
my hands inside
the bottom of your sweater
pull
a t-shirt second layer
pull
and here
the flesh
your flesh
a lover's flesh
my lover's flesh
flushing warm
under my cold touch
my hands rise
beneath your clothes
find the edge of wired lace
follow your ribs
around to your back
follow the strap
unclip the clasp
feel that
the release
as your breasts relax
slacken
my scooping hands
stroking fingers
find the nipples
pert, plumping
as blood surges
thumb and fingers
fondle
pull the teat
stretch the skin
but your hands
busy at my belt
unbuckling
unbuttoning
tugging at jeans
jockeys
pushing clothing down
nails on my thighs
to unwrap me
straining for freedom
as I grow
in your reaching hand
your jeans now
you wriggle
you jerk
down they come
tight over your ass
but slipping
sliding
to the mossy ground
one foot steps down
the other pulls up
out of the encumbering garment
then your legs
climb round me
one wears the flag of your jeans
hanging
as I push up into you
hard
into your wet softness
your soft wetness
driving up to my root
till my root
hits your bone
feeling the sponge of you
closing around me
closing me home
sucking the heat of me
fucking the meat of me
in the mouth of your sex
devouring me
as I dive up into you
into the heart of you
driving hard
into the heart of you
hard
into the heart of you
harder
into the heart of you
all the time
hitting hard
into the heart of you
hard
harder
into the heart of you
banging against the tree
animals
handsy animals
banging hard
hard
harder
into the heart of you
you grunting
each time I push into you
grunting hard
hard
harder
gripping my hair
you holding onto me
nails digging into me
hard
harder
hard
harder
thumping up into you
hot and wet
thrusting
busting
cursing
fuck
fuck
fucking you
here
by the lake
fucking against a tree
on a fucking Sunday
morning
fuck bursting come
coming up into you
inside of you
coming in you
coming
coming
in the heart of you
coming
coming
come
come
coming done
come
down
come
done
oh
oh
fuck
