Heatwave

The heatwave hits its stride and won't relent
Until deep into night, when day's forgotten,
Along with every moment she'd repent
From red dawn through to sunset; something rotten
Infected thoughts that crossed her mind for hours,
When sunlight framed its hot intensity
Around the daisies and the elder flowers,
Crushed by her lust and love and each body
That rolled on grass and over buttercups,
Using the meadow as a breeding ground:
A green room for a series of hard fucks,
With lots of time to pounce on cunt and pound;
Since mastery of this submissive slave
Won't relent come the night - it's no heatwave.