Image work for MidSummer Night's Dream

In our seminar class this semester, we are focusing on auditioning. For my classic piece I have chosen a monologue from A Midsummer Night's Dream. The monologue goes as follows:

What, can you do me greater harm than hate?
Hate me? Wherefore? O Me!
What news, My Love?
Am I not Hermia?
Are you not Lysander?
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Since night you loved me, yet since night you left me.
Why then - you left me - Oh the gods forbid!
In earnest, shall I say?

I am not halfway as connected as I need to be before my audition next Thursday. So I am doing a few things to get ready. I have already cast my Lysander.

I am starting by doing some image work for the aforementioned night:

The grass in the meadow is about ankle high, lush, and green. I can feel it on my toes as I walk easily though the blades. Lysander is right behind me, his strong hands gently on my waist. He smells good. I can smell him over all the other smells around me. I smell him over the grass, the flowers, the crisp night air. I feel complete, secure. "Let's stop here," he says to me as he tightens his grip on my waist like a masterful rider, pulling the reins of his prize mare. I immediately respond, stopping in my tracks and turning to look into his beautiful green eyes. "Right here, my love?" I whisper.

He nods, as he kisses my forehead and begins to set up camp. When we are settled, I sit down in the grass and he sits right next to me. We look at each other. His tunic leaves his shoulders exposed. His biceps intrigue me. I kiss them, trace them with my finger, and then lay my head on his shoulder.

"This is true bliss," I tell him. He shifts a little, gently pulls my chin up, and places his lips over mine. As if tasting his favorite ripened fruit, he begins to sample me. I don't ever want him to stop. I am slipping deeper into a flood of desire for more of everything that is him.

"Lysander, wait!" I say suddenly. He looks a little confused. I kiss him sweetly but swiftly before I explain. "We are very close to ruining my virtue, my love. I think we need some distance."

He looks at me with sincere eyes and says, "Hermia, your very presence satisfies me completely, and I do want more of you. But I will not destroy your virtue. We will be married tomorrow, and I will have my way with you then. Sleep well my love and dream of me. I will love you forever."