Sleeping nude in a poppy field does strange things to you.

She moves and I wake, one eye watching her naked form beside me, her nipples sharply outlined in the bright sun.

She thinks I sleep.

She is so beautiful as she touches herself, gently, quietly, but sees I am awake.

Lowering herself onto my arousal and facing away, she rises and falls, the drug that surrounds us putting us in another world.

I sense her orgasm; we cum together as I fill her with future hope.

Is it a whisper or the wind?  Oh fuck, she said his name.