Flower-Drenched

Please kiss me while the earth is flower-drenched:
A flood of buttercups may well suffice;
And, if daisies are chained, I trust you'll wrench
My top up, pull the bra off: don't ask twice;
You know what dreams are for and reveries
Will chime well with your method of attack;  
 
With you on top, my thighs spread by your knees,  
And your face haloed by the sun, I'll track
That boldness, in your shadow, as you lunge,  
And give me all your length in one harsh thrust;

I tremble at the earthquake, as you plunge
And pull and thrust again, before you just
Explode like meteors that must collide,  
When my earth's flower-drenched by you inside.