The woman lying beside me is asleep.
Soundly, profoundly asleep.
Above, a skylark at the peak of its ascent.
Below, the warm fronds of bracken move in the breeze, caressing our naked skin.
A bumblebee, pausing by, circles the woman’s face, which is glazed with my sweet secretions.
A moment. A lifetime.
The woman stirs.
The skylark falls.
Now I am being lifted.
My legs spread wide.
I am being opened.
Sharp teeth find me as fingers probe. The woman growls as she hurts me.
A fox barks just as my climax drags the scream from deep inside me.
