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The fields of gold
Lay far and wide,
The wind rushes through swirling
And bending the dancing
Shafts delicatly dipping and swaying
It is in these fields of gold
Ripened by the glow of sun
Where I lay you down your
Delicate heat ripe, the pod
Swolen protruding its husk
Dripping with the sap of lust
Gently parting the sheath,
Pushing down upon me delicately
With fingers like the cajouling wind
With the force of the wind on barley
And oats taken to bow my head
Dipping delicately bending swirling
Moistened like the early morning dew
On yielding pastures warm breath
Of sweetend buds taste of sap
And dewy droplets like diamonds
Glitter in the amber light upon the mound
I rush up past like the determined wind
And plough her Swolen and protruding Ripe buds
The dancing shaft delicately dipping and swaying
In her fields of gold.