In the corner of an English garden beneath the summer blooms lays a woman basking in the heat of the day. Everyone is out. The children at school, her husband working in London for the day.
The midday sun caresses her skin and burrows into the depths of her flesh. She feels so alive, so free. She slips our of her summer dress and spreads her legs. The sweet smell of roses and the musk of woman mingle together filling the air with a lusty scent. She takes her time, languishing in the moment. She loves the summer time.