The forests here are thick but navigable. I’d take you out to the meadows where the elk winter. We’d frolic in the long grass and picnic in the afternoon sun of early autumn, and then after a short nap to sleep off our lunch, I’d pull out the rope and ask you which tree.

We would play into the evening and stop only when the light threatens to fade enough that we can’t see where we’ve thrown the discarded toys. After collecting our thoughts and tools, we’ll relax in the meadow until the full moon rises, lighting our path back to mundane reality. We’ll walk slowly and silently, holding hands and enjoying the beauty of the wilderness that matches our passion so perfectly…

And when we’ve had enough, we collapse on the dewy grass and kiss beneath Lady Moon. There’ll be kissing mouths, kissing breasts, kissing belly and thighs and cunt. We’ll make out while the cicada orchestra plays and the ocean whispers applause.

xx Dee