Poppies for the truth
Poppies, poppies, poppies will put them to sleep.
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 c...