Sky blue-pink warmed into rose above yoke spill of morning sun spreading gold beneath cloud hue in quiet, meek of dawn’s begin to winter day.
Another day, a mark of year, trip around the sun. She came to him in heart of home, room of romance hue. She dressed in gown of ivory white, satin that caught in sheen of morning sun in shift and sway of made soft steps. Around her waist, sash tied in bow. Love smiled in her eyes.
She moved to him at table’s rest, in read and writing of his dawns. She kissed him soft, brought his hands upon and guiding of her body. She kissed him stronger, slow and deep, felt his hands and match-response.
He rose. He rose from chair, from table’s rest to stand in hold and guiding of her body. Taking, holding, raising high to rest on cool of surface, black and white, upon her openness beneath; her body framed in rose and gold through window views beside; she concealed in hide of wall between.
He drew to her wrapping, breast brought free, first touch then affection’s kiss upon as hands fell lower, first to sides, then centered in waist-sweep. He drew to her bow, her cover of wrap drawn in reveal of the beauty and lovely of opened, offered gift.
Mouth, in kiss, rose to hers. Hands held to their depart; cool of beneath warmed in cover of her resting, legs spread, soft rising, cradle-press against his sides in invitation and the ready; move of his hands; under arms and around, hands over shoulders, fingers’ press into gentle of collar depressions; then the smooth and swoon of deep-match one through kiss.
Kiss’ break, eyes in love, closer body draw—keeping: she, the only gift that he desired.