Pull over. Just here, near the hedge. Take me up, as if I were as light as a feather. Wade into the heart of yonder meadow, while you carry me in your arms.
Send my pulse racing with the wild romance and earthy lust of it all. Intoxicate me with your spontaneous bursts of joyful love.
Sink down to your knees into the dry grasses and perfumed wildflowers, laying me gently down upon the sun kissed flax.
Take me. Take me to the stars. Take me round the world with you and back again. Take me in ways I have never known. Take me back and take me forth and never let me go.
Sun kissed flax. Clearly not Yorkshire then…..
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