Stiff Winds

When stiff winds are abroad, I love the woods:
Their melodies enthral me and the sight  
Of barren bark and stark, stripped trees delights  
My eyes; views irrigate my austere moods;  
Washing around my head, each one exudes  
Freedom for my indiscipline; at night  
This incoherent power may ignite  
Desires to climb your loins: my cunt colludes  
With your cock, like hard, winter pine: it fills  
My pussy with its bounty; I admire  
And ride with sensual passion that instils  
The richest blood to mantle me with fire  
Within, that burns right through me: stiffness thrills...