Nature

 
He loves nature, and loves to hike his way through the landmarks that enable him to rejuvenate his soul, all over my flesh, and I willingly entertain his desire to conquer me as he loves to feel at one with nature.
 
Just as much as he loves pinning me against a tree, and peeling me open like a ripe juicy peach that drips seasonally, until he pierces my cherry hued centre, and I greet his deviance with a kiss upon the head of his hardened throne.
 
He leaves an imprint upon my psyche while I fondle his uncharted subconscious as if it were my own, stripping his senses bare as he impales me on a field filled with wildflowers & happily ever afters as he watches the way he injects me with happiness.
 
I revel at the way he swerves all over me as if he were drifting on an old dirt road that has no ending or beginning, and that’s the breadth & depth of our passion as we unveil ourselves amongst nature.
 
And even the birds blush as they peep at us.