Winter Trees

The sight of winter trees along a ridge
is something she enjoys; when she is pressed
against a country style or on a bridge:
its parapet is cool and smooth; she’ll rest
her upper body on it as he grips
her naked thighs and fucks her; he may slap
that backside and her flanks; he even whips
up shame as she’s exposed, she knows the sap
is rising in those trees and in his loins
and he so needs to use her – let her jeans
be tugged down round her ankles; he enjoins
the bitch to be his whore and, in her dreams,
she finds that’s what she is and it is right
to do this with those high ridged trees in sight.