The erratic tapping sound entered my ears and pulled my attention to the middle of the poppy field. The tapping was soon replaced with soft moans and whispers as I approached.

The young lovers were in a tight embrace as I dropped to my knees and watched the scene unfold.

With a slow, elegant movement she swung over and straddled him, his thick erection disappearing into her folds as she lowered herself down and moaned loudly.

My camera clicked once.

As they both moaned and quivered I quietly made my retreat, taking the memory of young love home with me.