Why is it the coldest days so often bear the brightest skies? He wondered in stare on the morning brilliance. Golden sun in cast-reflect off snow-white world crusted in surface melt of day before smoothed and sheened to unblemished face in freeze and fall of night.
Sun returned, snow and world mirrored double-radiant.
In spirit of the dawn, mind carried to music in match and resonance to Light: high, airy, dream-awakening and in energy of a love. Its source was from high, upper level of ascendance reached in climb of stairs to rooms and wait of further heavens.
To source and spirit, he climbed, speed and melody of song encouraging on, upward and seeking, to sound and spirit-source.
Through seventh door, he found her, song and spirit still in Light as she dressed and readied for her day. Brilliance of the sun into flood of room, catch and illume of her ambiance and figure: white pants, black shoes with open, olive-painted toes; white turtleneck under sweater-bright of chartreuse plush. In Light, all caught and shone more radiant, emanant in Light of Spirit.
Her hair was drawn, tight and close, that sheened in its smooth and was tied behind in bun. Smile of her face, light in her eyes—spirit-matched with sun and song.
Airy notes and melody, song played as soundtrack set to love-invite.
Taken to the beauty, taken to the song, Light and spirit of the sun; he moved to her; heat and match of lips and holds; hands’ rise and grasp and holding to her front in wrap to high breasts’ slope and forward curves; soundtrack’s song—airy-sound as he worked and moved her back; bed’s edge in feel to her back of legs; hands from front to low behind—lifting, raising, guiding down, his body’s follow to above.
Fast work of their clothes, bared again in brilliance of perfect sky, heaven light in room and sound and all around as they set into the fast, strong, smooth of heaven-song and lightsome love.
