Bramble Bush Babe

                                              Bramble Bush Babe

Why do you cut me my little sweet, must I die,
with a thousand cuts as your fruit is my goal.
To have, so devour you, my desire is strong,
again mouth loses control.

Your dark meat I lust and crave,
the closer I get to make your juices flow.
So close i can almost smell deprave,
and your taste is a taste, we both know.

Must I again launch an assault,
to enter your bush as you cut and cut again.
Wild thing you are it’s never your fault,
bleeding by your barbs, I wrench with the pain.

Why do you hold such attraction,
at the side of the bank, as sun dries the blood.
Did the last one here get all the action,
nothing for me, but you make me feel like a dud

I wrestle an feint you rake my back,
there’s no fooling now, as we both have set mind.
Should I have just one more attack,
One more thrust, while again if you could be kind

We both rise and brush away grass,
taste is denied as you would not hold my stick
As you walk ahead, I play at kicking your ass,
next bramble bush found,
                                              it’s your turn to go pick ??