Primal need I can feel his long eyelashes fluttering against my cheek, whilst he traces a path of tender kisses along my jaw line. The kisses rough with need, but yet so tender against my pale skin. His hands enveloping me into his warmth and my stomach fills itself with billions of butterflies, crowded, searching for space. My breath hot against the midnight air. I can feel myself loosing to him. Wanting him. My hands shooting for his hair. Grasping for proof that his here. I can feel his lips coming close to mine. My heart races in thought of the union in mind. Dirty thought swim through my mind. Always wanting. Always needing. Jolt of feeling rush to me as his perfect pink lips touch mine, first gentle, soon out of control. Tongues sword fighting, needing to dominate each other. I can feel his strong bulge grinding against my hips, just as my hips grind against him. Control is lost. It is non existent. Primal needs take over and I feel liberated, lifted with freedom. With clothes falling, I feel free and natural, strong and confident. The woods bring peace to us, as we loose ourselves with each other. His rhythm perfect symphony with mine. We are perfect. We climax at the top of our lungs, but there's no one to hear us. For this moment we are nothing, but free and natural on this soft green grass, surrounded by nothing but Mother Nature, to be witness to our consummation.