Bed For Sleepin'

We ****ed everywhere but the bed. My favourite being the bonnet of your car, inside our limbs were spun in misdirection Outside be better my words etched by breath into the window you dressed, I dared just my wellies, the cows watched with television stares. So surreal was the icy darkness as you lay my back upon your metal bed, thirsty for flesh vision tinged, infinity stars plunging high. Driving back along the bumpy lane Was alright wont it utter yes I do wonder if I could lay my head upon a pillow in lust.