We laughingly leave the bikes by the side of the road, scrambling excitedly over the post and rail fence and dance hand in hand across the field.  Laughing uproariously as we circle and skip.  The sun, the gentle breeze, our boundless, adoring love.  We collapse in a tumble of legs and arms into the lushness of the field

We embrace, kiss ardently. My hands are under your dress.  Panting.  I hook your panty waist band.  You raise your hungry hips. I ease them down.

Quick!’

The red poppy in your snow, white gusset, indistinguishable, from the poppies in the field.