Sunbathing

Windchimes tinkling in the breeze
And the splash of stones landing in the lake
Warm sun on naked breasts
Sprawled on prickly grass
The sun rises and sets
And she still lays there
Passers by oggle and glare
No shame to be found
Along he comes
Engorged by her nakedness
Standing above her
She barely stirs
And he grabs her hair
Forcing himself on her
She lets out a scream
Stifled only by her want
They come together
And he buries himself
Within her nakedness.