Cold misty morning in the woods, so silent and serene. Legs up the air, lying naked on a thin sheet spread over pile of leaves and mud, I look up. A very little view of the blue sky among the thick lush greenery. I felt so small surrounded by these gigantic trees, it’s branches intertwined like us, barely distinguishable which part belonged to which one. The wet green arms of the trees were competing with each other to provide the privacy I needed.
Like tiny green porcupines ready to quill, thick lush moses covered everywhere. Clear view of a moss filled little branch distinctly sticks out in my memory. Silent except for two birds chirping at times.
My eyes met his muddy mustard eyes, small beads of sweat on his forehead, tiny bits of dried leaf on his scruff and on his wavy brownish amber hair. He is coming inside me with slow mild strokes. The rhythm of his movement complimented the mild vibrations placed at my tip. The crispness of air, the calmness of greenery, quiet melody of birds and gentleness of his love making all were in harmony. I felt like my arms and legs have been extended and I am one with nature and love.