We laid out a blanket under a tree, wine, fruit, and a gentle breeze.

I'm in a light dress without underwear, and the way you look at me makes me feel hot.

I lean closer, touch your hand, and quietly say,

"After this picnic, I want you to take me home... and finish eating something other than fruit."

I smile, bite my lip, and add,

"Or maybe we won't even get there."