She and Dave copulated
In the woods behind her house;
There amongst the trees and sharp
Bushes, with birdsong over
Head, a dull sky peering through
Tall treetops, she feeling a
Chill beneath her naked back,
Dave's rough coat rubbing her thighs,
And he, breathing hard, speaking
In that hurried pace, the words
Speckling against her face,
Then taking flight in the air
Like wild, frighten birds, taking
Wing, while she sensing his one
Final thrust, gave nothing there
Away, either in word or
Touch, because it was all too
Little, about all too much.
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