plow me

Oh,
 
if only you knew
how often
I dream  
 
of the day when  
we can finally  
 
be alone in the wheatgrass
as sweet sweat trickles down  
your handsome brow
whilst furiously  
 
pounding away at my spread legs
hands gripping my wrists
 
busy plowing our new garden  
on the ground that God gave us
under the blazing heat
 
of the midday sun.