I want to fuck her in the sunshine, on warm soil, knees and hands blackened with fragrant earth, the pale, soft, faces of the strawberry flowers looking on. I want to smell the tiny, sweet berries crushing beneath us. I want to lay under the curtain of her red-gold hair and feel the crushing warmth of her breasts on mine. I want to feed her sun warmed fruits and watch her arch and buck with my fingers in her while she sucks the fingers of my other hand clean. I want her, in the sunshine, in the garden, for my own.