LOVE-SONG SIGN

               Through window view of second floor shone evening fire sky in flame of orange and yellow light before onset of the reds and fade of violet hues, nighttime’s answer and western mirror to morning dawns and suns of the east.

               Awed, alive, inflamed at fire sky, she signed her spirit in start of song.  Harmonica’s rasp into folk song play, attention to sound drew focus of his energy, eyes, and mind to her as origin-source.

               “What I do to end up here again…Dreaming ‘bout all your tender care…”

               Her smile of tell, romance in signs—song and sky and way in eyes; soft, slow of approach through space of the room; ready of his meet, lips and tongues’ entwine of kiss as, slow and gentle, he stripped her bare and, once, her bring of his body to state of same.

               “Can’t get enough.  Your love’s my survival…Won’t you be my baby one more time…”

               Keep of the song, keep of her smile; seeing of each other into kiss’ return; gentle touchings over open skin; light draw and tease of pull to nipples, her touch and holding over him; fall-drift of his hand down centerline of front; fingers’ split of her warmth in find, high to low, then rising back, keeping gentle to her feel; stronger kisses, still slow and deep, to melody of song.

               Orange and yellow flame of sky’s become to romance hue.  Change of sky, change in stare, sensings within selves and touching onto other.

               “Call my bluff, flash a smile I’d die for if you’ll be my baby…one more time…”

               His lead of her body, slow step-by-step in guide and controlling back, away from window, into adjacent room, his lay of her onto bed; hook of her legs, pinked-rose like delicate of intimate sky in further sunset softened tone. 

               His body above, smooth-strong into one; her arc and take and swoon in brace; settle and soften in return, her body flat again.

               “In my arms, there’s nothing left to fear; anything you want, I can offer up…”

               Weight and press of his body upon; return into kiss—slow and deep, gentle’s build to strong—through love-song’s sign still playing on.

               “If you’ll be my baby one more time…one more time…”