We met in the meadow

There was grass and then soft blanket and bodies lay naked and complimentary under half moons and full night skies where each star glowed as if promises were fulfilled on desires and whims.  And grasses lay damp and bodies would end in such places giving even the ants the opportunity for nibbles on what flesh was available.   But the flesh was for us and so was the dampness and nature heightened the pleasure because it knew no bounds.  No inch of skin left untouched nor sense of pleasure forgone and flesh melted and found heat under the rise of the impending sun