Anna believed with time and change his desire would wane but in pleasure learned, like she, desire only grew. Such is love for spirit beyond fixation to the flesh. Still, he loved hers too.
He knew they would not be like this forever. They would not be as this for long, and so he loved her—for all her ways—in moment of full and change.
In yellow light of morning sun, in sit at island rest, they drank their coffee, smiled soft, wrote and read for mind and heart’s inspire.
She was lovely in the light. She was lovely in her full, at peace in heart and home. She did for him what morning book could not: she touched and moved his heart.
Light through window danced as bird lighted from tree bough beyond, bough’s shadow-cast bouncing before the sun.
Gentle smiles, gentle hearts, both speaking quiet love, he kissed her in the light, in the peace, her rest in heart of home.
Gold within her green of eyes, tongue hue to back of teeth in smile, as she gazed in love on him.
Hook of his fingers to strap of gown, their gentle drawing down in bare of her breasts, full of swell in growth through change, cradle-hold of his hands upon, lips and tongues soft kissing still in love and the yellow light.
Low hike of her gown in catch to his body, her hands gentle onto him; lift-spread of knees, body’s curl, island’s steadying behind; heat of their breath, first press of their smooth; thin of her lips in stretch and smile still in touch and press to his, bare of her teeth, hue of her tongue in pressing to their backs; his greater of hold, island’s keep of the steady, legs further lifting, his body to hers.
It would not be like this forever. It would not be like this for long. And so they loved—in all their ways—in moment of full and change.