Walking hand in hand through an open field of wheat with the sky surrounding us and ever so wide, as if to envelop us completely were it not for the firm earth at our feet. Dark clouds rolling in from the east giving the hint of a storm moving over us. We are lost completely. Nothing to be seen for miles around save a small farmstead that is but a dot to our eyes in the distance. Just the waving of the wheat, dense, and fertile, as if the ground were alive and we were walking in a shifting sea. The air so crisp and fresh arouses our senses to the feeling of perfection.
You stop and turn, facing me you pull my hand around your waist and drape your arms around my neck. Looking deep into my eyes as if to say...
"I want you now and here," your smile so suggesting.
My lips long for yours and the taste of your kiss, the taste of your soft flesh. I pull your body ever so close to mine in response to your silent request, because I want you as well, nothing in my heart yearns greater. Wanting so badly to push the deepest love of my soul for you I take your lips in mine, soft and sweet, slowly enjoying the intoxication of your kiss. The earth trembles beneath our feet as emotions come together and collide. A desire so fierce that even the angels hold their breath and take notice.
No one is about and it is just you and I, in this open field beneath a sky that is pulsing to release what your sex has already begun to release. As the storm moves in and our kiss deepens, our tongues dancing to their own methodical rhythms, a power, an urge, moves us both. Desperation to be as close to one another as we can physically come together.
Rain begins to pelt our bodies as if the angels are kissing our flesh in celebration. The warm air contrasting with the refreshing cool rain invigorates our senses as we quickly begin to undress one another.