In open and free of the high full sun, pure light of vista’s view, she felt his wrap and draw of hold, knees widen and open of her hip, her leg brought to rest on his, keep of his hold and second’s reach, smooth and gentle in low, soft trace; rock of her hips—rise-press, shift-roll, to sense of his touch across; aware of the bright of full of sun through closed eyes, sense-tinge of the pink soft-burn; move of his place, his low-touch still as hold released from thigh to high, wrap grasp to her full shaped breast; close of her eyes, life-sense of the feel—love-gentle under high-sky sun; grace of his lips over open skin, adoring in gentle’s way; her hips still rocking, keeping in way; take and tighten of her hands to him; soften of the wind in wild, rhythmic breath, feel of her and mountain’s sigh; body, mind and spirit all strong-attuned, full in aware, to throb of living pulse; waver of the wind, deep-drawn in, exhale-trill of full attune as she sensed in living-gift.