Little dove and the dusty coyote

She eased her way to the river. Only light came from the moon. She looked hard to find that strange man. Her heart fluttered she began to shiver. She could see in his eyes their hearts were in tune. Her temperature went up when he grabbed her hand.
 
Her dear skin dress fell to the banks. She prepared for the passion she had felt building since they first met. She presses into him her river flood upon that kiss.
In his bashful thoughts all he could say was thanks. Easing into the flow of her river steamy and wet. He asked as he looked will you marry me miss.
 
Before she could speak her four brave brothers appeared. Angered enraged they beat him to death. She screamrd and begged them to stop. This was much worse than any she feared. Ill always love you as he drew his last breath. Six months later hand rubbing her mounded belly she still bore the fruits of his crop.