Somewhere I hear a lamp hit the ground and smash into a million pieces but neither of us flinch. There’s no noise except for the wind through the trees and the water lightly lapping against the shoreline. You relax a little underneath my arms, then I do it again, this time with a little more contact and a little more deliberate motion. I slide out and you push me down onto the ground with your feet. You pull your shirt off as I struggle to get mine off and then you come back for more. The sun has descended behind the hills on the other side of the lake now but there’s still enough light for me to make out the details of the surroundings. You start to almost chant my name in between labored breaths as you inch closer and closer to the tipping point. I love watching you react that way and it turns me on so much more. Later that night, you wake up to the sound of what sounds like rocks being dropped
