She filled her home with verdant colors: yellows, pinks, lavender-pastel, and the ever-present white of nature-purity in bloom.
She loved the hues whose light and tones of vibrance awakened home in spirited colors of the same.
With crossed arm beneath her breasts, hand held in elbow-nook of opposite arm close against her side, its arm bent and hand raised in finger-touch to lips in smile as she mused in study of new art-piece in assess of place and belonging.
She loved it where it was: corner rest on chair in corner of room in cast of romance hue; verdurous green like spring’s wake, radiant in full-day light in slant and fall through window absent blinds.
There was natural beauty in the human form, its make in the image of God; an she thought of such of then in view of the piece sketched in penciled line of flesh-toned mark in ideal of a Creator. Face of image was indistinct, but there were other details, intimate and intricate-drawn, that drew focus for her eyes and thought.
Half the image presented clear. Other half showed guarded, covered in leaf-cast shadow through window’s view in cover of the art, like Adam after fall, while the first and clear displayed as Adam before in full free of innocence.
She mused on the details—covered and free—and thought of him, imagining him place and sit of artwork’s rest. A warmth became in thought of the way that set into low-ache way; her face in blush like fuchsia’s bright of verdant cutting in adorn of room-table’s centerpiece.
A wind blew through outside world fluttering shadow-dance of dress in half-cover of the piece. Deep breath of life responded. Breath filled her lungs, expanding, as she felt its heave and swell of her breasts in rest upon crossed and holding arm, finger’s touch to her lips in falling away, uncovering, aware and standing in attune to growing and build of ache.
She wanted him then. She wanted him there, his feet in frame of color-patterned rug and sharp of corner as he sat in artwork’s place, full in detail of artist’s ideal.
Soft shudder in the thought lived through as ache told in rise along her spine, nipples as verdant buds—swelled in show and wanting bared in warmth of sense and new-light spring.
Dreams touched upon her mind as she sensed swell of budded’s strain.
Manifesting, he appeared, present in entryway beside.
She stared on the piece. He stared on her, both studying and noticing fine of details: her white tee shirt’s knot tie at waist drawing loose of cut into tightened draw and fit to form; black pants’ tight and define to hips and legs, gentle curvings and their lines; bare feet and deep-red painted toes in stand on plush of patterned rug, red-toned too, in cover of room floor; his sense and reading of her opening, spirit-spring in lovely’s bloom, silent, as he stood as Adam before the fall and ideal on which she fixed.
Soft shudder once again as he read and knew her heart, his entering into room and light taking place beside as she stared in love, adore, and aching for sculpted detail of Creator presented in art-piece.
She moved the frame from place to floor. With matched hands, eyes in smile, she led him to chair and rest, color and corner of rug in frame between his feet, as—manifesting—she lived pleasure on his sculpted piece, full before the fall as cast of sunlight and leaf-shadowed cover warmed, dazzled, and danced over open bodies, beautiful, in image of Creator.