My love loves lovers who love to love her in lovely scenes
So we tear into the open air, carefree in filthy jeans
We drag our lust down the river bank and across the surging weir
'Til bush and brush inspire our trust and strangulate all fear
No sting of stone, no bite of bug, nor treachery of thorn
Can keep us down from rising up as fingertips are drawn
Across drowning flesh, my baited breath
Sings up and down your fertile chest
Oh half-moon crest, I cannot rest
Until your every sigh's addressed
Meredith knelt down
She spread her hands out on the ground
She turned her eyes to me to say, "Dear
I hope you're not leading me on here"
Meredith Frowned
The smell of latex mingles with the dank, rank breeze
The bruised, sighing souls of a million decomposing leaves
Raise goosebumps between the lumps of dirt clumped to my knees
I raise my eyes from off the ground and gaze into the trees
Then in a flurry of zips and blue-tinged lips we slip
Tips through hoops of hips, heaps of blessed flesh trip
Through shadowy palms, stained brown by the ground
The very hollow in which we wallow seems to swallow all sound
Meredith knelt down
She spread her hands out on the ground
She turned her eyes to me to say, "Dear
I hope you're not leading me on here"
Meredith Frowned
I chase my love through open veld
Down twisted woods and lush greenbelt
We wrap ourselves around dappled shadows
And wade knee-deep through raging shallows
Wedged between rotten roots as we finger the fruits
Of dangerous karma, don't let the girl harm herself
Pull her out of the filth, put your love back on the shelf
Meredith knelt down
She spread her hands out on the ground
She turned her eyes to me to say, "Dear
I hope you're not leading me on here"
Meredith Frowned