There lived serenity in morning’s come, in cool of the air through window and door frame’s open, dew over earth, birdsong’s carry and arrive from over the fields and closer branches of their roosts; air’s waking of skin in effect of the cool, it’s touch sense-bliss before high-heat of day.
Anna read in the morning sun, bend of her legs and fold of her body in fit to loveseat under window’s light; glow of her skin in the morning sun that seemed as liquid—amber and gold—in spill over her in place; faint draw of her points through yellow of shirt from spirit’s wake and sense of the cool; long of her legs left open and free, hips covered in white that gleamed in the liquid sun.
Across in room, she felt his eyes—adoration’s warmth in morning’s cool, spirit and sense further waking in felt contrast in the two; sharpened show of raised expressions; shift of her hips, sway of her legs, as she moved in loveseat place.
Her quiet hope.
His gentle answer as she lain in the liquid sun; movement to her from across in room, light draw of her white to side—affection in his touch; open-widen of her knees, raising of her hips, her press into the feel; his smile in eyes, her own in answer-same; affection’s draw of both to kiss, delicate as touch; resonance of her soft-let sounds; his second hand through shirt to hold and tease of her raised expressions, light-touching through yellow’s thin; new eager in her kiss, strong-deep whorl of searching tongue in silent-tell; hook-curl of his touch, hips lifted of; stronger of voice’s let as hips began speed and strong onto the feel as he pinned her high in hold and kiss as she felt the wave and overwhelm, her melt as sunlight on, in serenity of morning’s come.