One Cool Summer

The air is cooler than blue sky suggests;
But this is not important, her intent
Should be to live the summer when undressed
And love the way she's treated; not resent
The chillness of the stream where sir will duck
Her head to cool those thoughts and wash her mind;
And, as she gasps for air, he will just fuck
Her harder on the bank, for he's inclined
To use her now the blue sky's here at last
By brooks, on styles and in each grassy field,
Until she's one with nature and the mask
Of need slips from her features; let her yield
Her sex to sir again, because he'll fuel
The warmth that makes the summer seem so cool.