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.
Fumbling and fanatically ripping away cloth, tossing it aside, for it serves no purpose here but to constraint us. The feel of my bare body against yours, my now hardened cock against your skin, stirs a fire within you that produces that ever sweet wetness of your sex. Your flesh so warm and soft, breast that press hard against my chest with your hair cascading over your body and loosely upon mine as well, seizes my desire to want oh so much more of you.
When our kiss so deep and passionate is no longer fulfilling enough, your body arcs closer to mine longing to be joined together. Pushing to hold out a moment more to build the heat within to a raging fire of lust, desire and extreme need. The fire is burning every so strongly that we do not even notice the cold chill of the air from the incoming front as the rain falls harder and the lightening strikes in the distance.
Souls of lovers from the past, drawn to this magnificent event whisper in our ears, "Take him! Make love to her! Feed each other's deepest needs!"