Over the Green and the Bench

The church, she loves well, simply towers
over the green and the bench,
that is weather- worn by the showers
and rare sunny days, that may wrench
the visitors out, though there are few
to see and observe: how a slut
might be in some need and accrue
wild fire to warm up her butt,
when she bends over the bench end
or finds she leans over the back
and pulls up her skirt, since she'll spend
some time under master's attack;
she's needy and wanton and willing:
her holes, wetter than a rain shower,
might leave her in danger of spilling
warm cunt juice in sight of that tower