Never Ending

All the leaves, so blown around
Are not as sodden as my mound;
The autumn storm is surely done
When you have fucked and we are one;

You still press in.  I feel your girth.
I give you pleasure. You give worth
To all my livid aspirations
Through our earthy congregations;

The leaves will soon be piled high
Order restored beneath the sky
As you release into my hole,
And you'll be right: an open goal;

And when the winds are all blown out
We can rest easy, without doubt
That you will fuck me once again
Given the never ending rain.