“Love is not just looking at each other, it’s looking in the same direction.”—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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Finger’s spread, deep rouge of tips’ in dig and press strong into sides of thighs, she held to him in brace and forward-face as they pulsed in rhythm-love. Morning waking, spirit-making, love-praising in the dawn, they kept—rhythmic, steady, and deepening in union—as they met the morning flood of light in reaching of their own: one directioned, one view, one souled; vantage-testament to glory, awe, and splendor found in presence of a One Lived World.