Golden hour bathes the sunflower field where other sex positions unfolds. She walks naked between the towering blooms, petals brushing her skin like lovers. In other sex positions, she drops to the earth, crushing flowers beneath her back, their scent exploding with every grind against her own hand. Pollen dusts her thighs gold as she works a glass dildo in and out, sunlight glinting off slick curves in other sex positions. Bees hum around her moaning form, unafraid. When she comes in other sex positions, her cry scatters birds from the field; petals rain down on sweat-slick skin like applause. She stays there long after, crowned in yellow, goddess of other sex positions.