We have an hour, wrapped in a green field, with a sleeper bench which I straddle. The air is thick with the closing of summer, the sun low, and cool shadows slip over warm skin, make me shiver. You are curious. It’s been a long time- but you notice me shift forward, and remember. You join me. I’m wearing jeans that you love, seams press as I slide and you understand. I am already near. So long waiting for you. Wanting. You don’t interfere, just watch as I unbutton, undress and lean back. Sweet little circles grow firm as pleasure pools hot, like jelly left in the sun. Then you are there, scoop me up, we fall into the grass. For a moment- we don't move. I have missed us.