Evening set casting shadows long on lawn as within she lit candles in hearth again, heart of the space in ambered like sky in low angled sun.
She rested on floor in lie to thread and soft of rug beneath, her body long, loose and lithe in rest and soft movements in her shifts.
She thought on the amber, meeker than gold, gentle of light at winter eve and soft-flame candled source. She thought of gentleness, soft affections, such giftings from one to other, and she wished that he was home and with her then.
Soon.
Soon, she told herself in patience.
As she waited, she read from a book telling romance story in spirit more bold than amber’s meek. She blushed in the read, warmed in a low love-ache and wanted him with her then.
Soon.
Soon, again, she told herself in patience.
She heard the motor and crunch of snow as he turned and parked on drive.
Door opened.
Door closed.
She smiled in listen to footstep’s fall in approaching over floor.
He found her in rest, waiting smile showing boldness beyond light’s amber meek; in terra cotta shirt with long front tails tied for closed cover, its ochre undertone giving hue more brown than red of rug on which she lied; and in cover spread of Venus hips, white panties over skin of winter same.
She waited for him, long and lithe, soft shifts in her body’s move. He knelt to meet. Kiss of lips and tongue matched soft. Side-draw of the white, he gentle-traced her heat of stripe as she drew him further low in lie.
Keep of their kiss, search of her hand, he freed and touched as she.
Untie of the terra cotta, his kiss to her flesh beneath; lips rising back, strong fix to hers as bodies fit and matched in same.
Meek of the light, building bold of their love, intimate in amber-cast.
(continued as LOVE STATE)