The picnic is set out: cheese, fruit, bread, chocolate, wine. We’re hungry, but more ravenous for each other. The park is quiet on a Tuesday afternoon, but we sneak behind some shrubs for a little extra privacy. Kisses and teasing first, whetting our appetites for what is to come. Then we devour each other, you licking my clit, sucking up my juices, me swallowing your cock over and over until I’m drinking you down. When we come back, everything is inedible except the wine, still corked. The ants have found their way to our spread while we were otherwise occupied.