The wind softly blowing onto the fields in tempo with the birds serenading from afar.

A good time for an afternoon walk.

A woman's faint moan like relishing a pleasurable dessert in contrast with the man's groan like he is in pain lightly blends with the hissing sound of the grass.

The sounds are getting louder by the minute. Groaning, panting faster and faster until a loud howling of ecstasy drives the birds to fly away.

Standing behind the tree, she moans. Licking her own juice coated on her fingers while looking at the half-naked lovers in the flower fields.