Divine Delights

We sat beside a stream of pure river water, deep in the mountains of long lost Wyoming.

I'd made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and he supplied the deep red wine. He'd spread a blanket so divine.

He took me as I arched my back and thighs, as I looked up into the waving trees above, edging on the most delightful orgasms.

Little did we both know, those would be the best delights we'd ever know. 

A divine summer afternoon.