We’re layin’ it down… some summer Green Meadow… a beauty and a beast… makes strange field fellows…
Standin’ sweet in your birthday suit… spread out up against a tree… my hand moves to find your thigh… your hip and then your fruit…
Walkin’ it down… to clean up in the river… we slip out into the cold stream… our body’s plunge and quiver..
Positioning my fingers… my fingers in your mouth… we can’t control our kissing… blood drips from our mouths…
Layin’ it down…
