Crushing Daisies

He fucks her everywhere at the moment:
By the side of roads and on grass verges
Where cow parsley can't, on its own, amount
To anything satisfying urges;
He fucks her where she'd not go in her garden
Why should he let the silly bitch self seed
When she has licked him well and made him harden
And reinforced his fucking with her need

He fucks to feed her cum rather than love
For what has love to do with it at all?
When she lies back, he spatters from above
And she will relish it and will recall
The ox eyed daisies crushed beneath each tryst
And why the fucking hell she can't resist.