Then, still in her heat, alive of the awe, he moved bringing himself high, draw and sweep of her thin gown straps, lowering high to her raise of low, colored, crumpled fabric stripe upon her winter open.
Take of his hold, hook of her legs, deep drive that made her flutter; again, sun’s rays strong upon in touch-pulsings in a brilliance, speeding and strong—she in her weak and he in his strong; another way, another wave, of the heat and awe and take; and after silver light and heaven-sight from floored place under window’s sill.
She held him, hugged him, pulled him tight; embraced in their winter love.