she picked her up and whirled her 'round and 'round. so happy was she that they were together at long last. hand-in-hand they walked through the meadow: one carrying a basket brunch, the other a plaid blanket.
they found just the right spot and laid out their feast. they sat and reveled in the warmth of the sun, the scent of the flowers and in each other's company. they had precious few hours together and they wanted to waste not a single precious moment.
the food stuffs and warm red wine made them languid... drowsy... they fell into each other's arms and let the wine take their senses. they slept in their warm embrace for minutes... or maybe it was hours... so few, too precious to waste.
she took her lover's face in her hands and kissed her mouth before her lover was awake. she kissed her again more urgently this time and her lover stirred from her slumber to return a tender kiss. the sun was lower in the sky now as they slowly removed each other's garments. two sets of hands unbuttoning blouses. two sets of hands pushing the fabric from shoulders revealing smooth sensitive skin, places begging for kisses and touches, baring breasts aching to press into each other.
they held each other tightly for some long moments without a word passing between them. they broke their embrace just long enough to finish undressing one for the other. hungry eyes watching as hands slid over rounded hips and heavy thighs removing slacks and underwear. their bodies glistened in the late afternoon sunlight.
hand-in-hand they skipped and frolicked through the wild flowers... naked... laughing... free. they fell into a heap on the flowered carpet giggling like school girls they once were. twenty years earlier they had done this... picnicked in a meadow of wild flowers. each had thought it a phase she would out grow, enjoyed for the moment, the adolescent experience she thought it was... something to get over. but alas, neither had "out grown it" and here they were today, twenty years older, five children between them, two husbands and three "ex's." what a great load of baggage each brought to her reunion with forbidden love.
they fit together so naturally, so easily, so perfectly. what would families and friends think if they knew... knew of this stolen love... this time alone lost in a field of dreams and flowers. they did not waste their time thinking about the possibilities of losing their children to vindictive husbands. men so proud, so vain... more concerned with appearances than the welfare and happiness of their children... their wives. no... no such thoughts intruded on their love making that sunny saturday afternoon in their field of wild flowers. they made love together until the sun streaked the sky with brush strokes of purple and dollops of rose and orange, until the cool air chilled their naked skin, until their time together was expired.
would they meet again twenty years hence like today and yesteryear. would it take that long to finish raising their children and seek their releases from unhappy marriages. would they be old and grey, and all used up and all dried out before they could meet again in their field of wild dreams and flowers...
