MEMORY OF AMOROUS TRYST

It was a fling I thought would pass    
When we'd made love in the long grass.
(In early summer high enough
To hide when on backs doing stuff,
But when we sat up chests would show
While waists and legs were hid below.)  
But as I look up to the skies    
My mind still sees those brown-pink 'eyes'    
That looked at me from her bared chest    
When top was off, I'd stripped the rest    
Of her, her thighs and legs of clothes.    
Those breasts were like a pair of loaves    
That bid me, "If hungry, nibble".    
I, teasing, did upon each nipple    
Before upon her I did ride    
Until we were both satisfied,    
And how, after that deed was done    
She sat arms-propped as beat the sun    
Upon skin that was not yet tanned,    
Which with a cast off shirt I fanned.