Her hard rubs of my chest
nothing feels like a test
Her thighs are clutching my knee
she the flower me the bee
Her hand grabbing the root
I clutch her tight when I shoot
Her savagely sexy bandit look
makes it flow like a mountain brook
Her breasts are my pillows
we hang huddled together like willows
Her orgasm floods my brain in endorphines
am at the bottom of her lake with fins
Her long hair veils her Slavic face
forehead to forehead we sink into a drunk daze
