I Love Picnics

Quarantine state in The Land of Living Skies
end of July heatwave no sign of goodbye
her and I on a hike in the countryside
two minutes to noon, time to eat soon
over a rolling hill traversed by foot
seems she's picked a perfect picnic patch
backpack clasps reveal all the trimmings
but that ain't why libido brimming
red panties tease as she spreads the blanket
on hands and knees booty and pussy call to me
don't wanna be rude, but hold the food, forget the beer, my dear, cum here
Gently I slide inside tightness intices
cute moans and erotic pheromones
bareback in fanny pack giving her a glow
creamy river down legs flow nice an' slow
booty like two bubbly balloons pound 'em like a baboon
slap an ass cheek, plunge fingers in her creek
pulling hair justa hear her scream like a mare
thrust deep inside relase my lust and pride
what a sticky surprise under Land of Living Skies
no wonder I love picnics at the end of July