After the Fireworks (Terza Rima)

Post fireworks, I should wend my way  
home, delighted, despite the chill  
that cools the dark cheeks I display;    
 
The countryside is dark and still;  
I could divert to other paths  
to cheer in New Year on the hill;  
 
Few notice my giggles and laughs:  
but you've got quite used to these here:  
your skittish dear and her soft calves;  
 
I can be reprimanded - steer  
my course to cut a switch tonight,  
for your dark thoughts are very clear;  
 
I do have much to learn - my tight,  
young quim will first foot you quite well:  
repository for delight;  
 
We will be silent on the fell,  
despite the whipping winds and switch  
on my soft parts, but you won't tell;  
 
You'll raise my skirt and scratch your itch  
And take me hard, where it's remote  
upon all fours - your little bitch...  
 
obliges silently; you note  
the little marks after your play  
and my untoggled, winter coat...