I Know a Dune

I know a dune.
No S.U.V. required.
I've got some red wine,
the picnic is in your pants.

By the free ferry,
closed for the night.
I'll wear my hair down
to tickle your thighs.

Let me sink to my knees,
to my lowest point.
Let me open that basket,
where I smell what I taste.

You stand and look for cars,
or close your eyes.
No need to reciprocate.
Just bring your lunch box.
I won't need a napkin.