Flights of Colour

If it is summer and the eerie beat
Of his hand on her bottom so excites
The butterflies, then let them sense the heat
Of this conjunction; he finds it excites
Her heart to flutter faster than the wings
That weave their way across the summer skies,
As every spanking ensures that she brings
An added wetness in between her thighs,
That is sweet nectar to attract a cock;
And not colourful insects you can't trust
To be other than pretty and to lock
An image in the mind, that every thrust
Of prick in pussy pushes to one side
As cock and cunt and coming coincide.