Field of Disguise

The long grass serenely sways
in response to the breeze
it should cloak us in cover
to engage with a tease

My lips have been famished
by this long summer drought
and some pure misbehaviour
might level some things out

It's already August
the conditions ideal
flowers perfume the path
to delights that might heal

Arms extend to the sky
light dress pulls from that body
revealing sable perfection
of a most worthwhile hobby

Mouth follows each contour
in smooth, subtle sips
from breasts past the belly
a pink parting for licks

You persuade me to stand
easing back to the grass
but the feast must continue
to the tune of any gasp

Pulling my manhood
sweet torment in pace
my obedient member
lathered up for a taste

Tongue rolling around me
grazed against inner cheek
advancing to that comfort
when we prefer not to speak

Buried and lapping
divided intentions
contained by hot breath
slurping hard for extension

Our faces obscured
in those low occupations
propped on our sides
there is no hesitation

The nerves of response
twitch to every sensation
humid and slick
in ribald liberation

Soon she's aligned
sliding down to the hilt
encasing my excitement
with a quick little tilt

Bouncing me inside
upon seated position
hands free to peruse
her unique definition

Held to my body
to absorb every flutter
a groan from the deep
the uncontrollable shudder

Expressive elation
the widening of eyes
clamped in the comfort
in our field of disguise