The sunshine is mild, our footsteps hurried. We skip and run through lush green fields dotted with blazing red, dropping down, rolling to a stop.
Our naked bodies are soon covered in pollen and poppy petals.
He kisses the trail of pale freckles upon my shoulder. I sigh and blink as he gently plucks a perfect flower off of my provoked right nipple.
I giggle with delight and kiss his lips on this wonderful spring morning, feeling secure, knowing all is well. A calming sprinkle of raindrops sing a sensual lullaby promising magic and awe to complete the enticing dream.
