Ends of her fingertips shone painted rouge, deep of a red as romance hue that gleamed in shine and catch of candlelight in stemmed hold of flame, stilled in steady of burn beside.
Deep of the hue and flash of its gleam was striking in accent to fair of her hand. It was small and intimate detail that brought raisings to his heart.
He felt at the sight and see of the hue desire to paint her fair in trail of rouged though gentler hue: to paint her open body in lined path and follow of his kiss; its begin at neck, across both collar sides and then down body’s centerline; shallow climb over inner slopes in frame of her valley-cleft that opened into flat and smooth of stomach plain; change of her sensing, expectance too, as trail passed and lingered then at shallow slope and soft descent of body below navel; her difference of breath, impatience’s show as with hands she pressed him low; nearing, closer—gentler and lighter in trail-paint—then find and deep and intimate of kiss; wide draw of legs in answer-tighten close upon his face; widened again; kiss’ keep, fingers’ new, as trail erased in rouge and warm of her body, whole; sounds and her breath; her change, his knowing, ways of body’s and spirit’s showing—keeping of his kiss.
Mind dwelled within the thought, and it was he, not she, that rouged heated and changed in flame of the mind.
She looked on him and seeing, her lips turned up in curl at their ends and brightened flash shone in eyes of a silent know as she looked away and down, fair of hand, rouged fingertips, touching light upon gift that made her spirit smile.
It was enough to see her happy, in her merriment and muse. Full then of her smile, hand’s keep to the gift—fair of skin, deep red of the rouge flash-gleamed in catch of candlelight—spoke something through the silence that she had thought it too.