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