Fuck in the Woods Bo Burnham

Let's fuck in the woods, sweetheart.

Wood to wood, ass to grass,
hands clasped, limbs grasped,
humping parts while nature sways,
licking butts where reindeer graze.

Let's toil, uncoiled in the soil, soiled.
Broiled in baby oil (tree sap's foil).

Let's flirt with the earth,
with rubber to avert birth
and darkness to assert girth,
no shirt or skirt, just squirting in dirt.

Let's fuck in the woods.