Beyond The Village

Beyond the village, certain fields spread
To far horizons; there the remote trees
Might shade a wench, who'd blush all shades of red,
When complimented: will such soft words ease
Her panties down or pull her skirt right up?
If not, she'll do the honours; once exposed
To sir's fat cock that penetrates; she'll fuck
Him thoroughly because she is enclosed,
And owned and ready to be overused,
In any landscape he might choose; the slut
Belongs to him; she will not be excused
From offering her cunt, her tasty butt ,
And, then, her mouth to cleanse him; let her yield
To his demands, when spread beside a field.