Anna sat in wait at table’s edge; yellow light of morning sun in window flooding spill in wash of the green-walled room. Her open body, shoulder’s draw and rest on bracing arms, open palmed and fingers back in face and point.
His find of her there, beauty and free, only cover—her high crossed leg.
Her smile’s glow drew light of his own as moved to close and near.
Shift of her body, higher in rest, hand draw to his front, lowering in free and baring as her own; work-draw from his hips; his hands on her, inner holding of thigh, drawing wide cross’ cover and hide; sweep of her hands over side of his hips, taking in hold and draw behind; soft bend of his body, lips lowered to his, kiss’ match as she brought him to; warmth and the smooth as sunlight in fill; strong wake of her tongue, firmer press of their lips, opened in smile-kiss; draw of her hold, set of their way, his arms to her sides, rise over back, wrap hold to her shoulder-tops. Her rhythm of hold, response of her own, upright body curled to his, neck’s lengthened raise for kiss.
Wood creak of the table, boards of the floor, in pace to her breath and hold.
Closed eyes, spirit’s smile, in receive of morning’s need.