Babbling Brook

Dark skies
pale thighs
love was made by this brook
together we rocked
as one we moaned
for in this little piece of the park
we boned.
The babbling brook was so romantic
as i did you from behind
or tried to at least
there was no light to be shined.
you laid under me
like a pillow of heat
as you gasped and groaned
with the thickness of my meat
satyrical and funny this poem shall be
but lovely and perfect
was that night to me.