Every body hurts!

Writhing naked in four-foot high nettles, trying not to
scream,
Your father and mad brother thrashing about with scythes,
They were looking for me!
How could this be?
Thirty minutes ago we were locked in a Siamese twinned embrace,
Moaning and squirming to our pleasure driven journeys end,
Now if I was caught I probably wouldn't have an `end left,
Or an end to spend,
Or an end to lend,
Or an end to get away,
An end to a wonderful day,
A day of out side sex,
Of Meadow Larks,
Not the scythe swinging, Saturday swearing, gruesome twosome wanting my
balls
To hang on their kitchen wall,
A grim reminder of the last summer shagger,
A genital world cup or a Phallic Fantasy League,
The voices grow distant,
Find my clothes, break from cover,
Over the hill and away,
Remember this,
Outdoor sex can be the best,
But a Nettles kiss lasts longer!
Or is a warm embrace from a thorny place,
Just a lover's term for stronger?