To his words, his touch and leaving, all of she enlivened: warmth of her skin, heighten of sense; imagination, vision, and see in mind; raise and tinge and nerves of her ends to sense and complete of vision’s see; lowering and slowing of breath as she gazed on open of they yellow crème, move of her hand, make of her mark, leave of the story in after-trail; lines filling with the see.
Faster, smoother, more fluid in make as she found her rhythm and way: story wrote, living in her is it did; effects of the lines, effects of the words—knowing as she did.
When story ended, she laid the pen. Shadow-cast of the blinds was changed. Words glowed in strengthened sun.
She felt the story still. Story in hand, she went to him in offer for him to read and know and live as well; smiling as she read his eyes reading creation from her mind.
Skin still warm, heighten of sense in aware and attuned, raisings’ show through loose of summer morning’s cover, she smiled at the flutter and take of his hands laying page at foot of bed; his hands in cup and hold to behind, sudden light of feet as he lifted—lips in match as he laid her back—raising romance from the page.