hey i got an idea

let me lay you upon the floor
with the last big fat goose down pillow from grandma's farm back in north dakota beneath your head
strip each spot of cloth from your soft skin
sock by sock
leg by leg
lace by denim by polyester blend
until the threads are pulled loose from my maddess
the hand-stitched fabric is scattered around us
and you're left wide-revealed -- more naked outside,
most naked inside

with the second hand banging loud against
the aluminum siding of every moment
i will kiss you once on each square inch of your flesh.

between the little laps of tongue
and judgment each kiss and linen covered toothless lip-nibble
i will moan a reason for our love
until the blueprints are etched like a shopping list for true love upon your farm-girl soul.

i will jump in the old ford pickup we call hot wet sex
careen through the fields of us
where we reach for the sun
and sway in a northern breeze
cool and refreshing against the blistering sunburnt flesh we earned tilling us, and cultivating our passion.

i will caress you like grandpa did the wheat,
with the tippity tip tops of my manly unmanicured finger tips
and the tops of my glistening eyeballs

after each moan and caress
i will plunge my demands into you
taped to the head of my cock,

'forever...

forever...

GOD,
i love you..

forever.'