My love loves lovers who love to love her in lovely scenes So we tear into the open air, carefree in filthy jeans We drag our lust down the river bank and across the surging weir 'Til bush and brush inspire our trust and strangulate all fear No sting of stone, no bite of bug, nor treachery of thorn Can keep us down from rising up as fingertips are drawn Across drowning flesh, my baited breath Sings up and down your fertile chest Oh half-moon crest, I cannot rest Until your every sigh's addressed Meredith knelt down She spread her hands out on the ground She turned her eyes to me to say, "Dear I hope you're not leading me on here" Meredith Frowned The smell of latex mingles with the dank, rank breeze The bruised, sighing souls of a million decomposing leaves Raise goosebumps between the lumps of dirt clumped to my knees I raise my eyes from off the ground and gaze into the trees Then in a flurry of zips and blue-tinged lips we slip Tips through hoops of hips, heaps of blessed flesh trip Through shadowy palms, stained brown by the ground The very hollow in which we wallow seems to swallow all sound Meredith knelt down She spread her hands out on the ground She turned her eyes to me to say, "Dear I hope you're not leading me on here" Meredith Frowned I chase my love through open veld Down twisted woods and lush greenbelt We wrap ourselves around dappled shadows And wade knee-deep through raging shallows Wedged between rotten roots as we finger the fruits Of dangerous karma, don't let the girl harm herself Pull her out of the filth, put your love back on the shelf Meredith knelt down She spread her hands out on the ground She turned her eyes to me to say, "Dear I hope you're not leading me on here" Meredith Frowned