Dark Earth

The dark earth lies content beneath my form,  
while I lie there inert, making the loam  
a place of repose, colder than the norm,  
but one well suited for my naked home;  
 
Now I must wait to please and be so keen  
to delight and regress to one just used  
and exercised quite freely in the clean,  
cold air that winter brings - chill and abused;  
 
I adore the dark bed he's dug today;  
feel privileged to raise my haunches, when  
he barks the command and insists I play;  
I'll moisten, so he can slide in again;  
 
He'll heat his hardened member in the berth  
a naked girl provides on this dark earth.