A cool restored in August’s dawn. Dew blanketed heavy the blades of grass; silver shadow over lawn before catch of first-light sun and becoming of gold resplendence in amplifying of the light. Sun further rose, its cast and shine through leaves, turned chartreuse in focus of the light, whose tips and veins colored furthermore in first of cure and yellow-tinge of autumn’s living change.
Through home in the trees, heart of the room, rays reached in depth as pillars of light; catching on motes suspended in air as if light itself was material and fluid, suspended in float and move and form within room’s sky.
Suspend of the aura, float movement and stir, light fell on Anna in repose and rest on seat beside stone hearth; red plush of velour, silken sheen of heirloom cover tied about her body, bright of her face, bright of her hair—waves and fall of further rays, luminous in light. Wide open of eyes, even in light; lids lowered and batted, giving shade to their mystery as in the light and touch of its warmth, in change of the settled night and pre-dawn cool; her raised, drawn, nipples shone in pressing through the silk.
He felt his heart and breath change heavy. High stomach hollowed and came the lower pang of longing as she rested—lovely, wondrous—in the light. Tan of her high chest glinted in copper gleam of flecks and freckled ochre given gleam in the morning sun.
Dew of the world outside in erasing, drawing upward from lawn in rise of mist giving further air of ethereal and wonder in experience of last August dawn.
Unwaiting, he moved. He kissed her in rest. Her open purse of waiting lips closed and met then opened again as tongues whirled soft and gentle to one another’s, fluid as the light in suspend of room in coalescence of the dawn-made spirit.
Hold of his hands to her body beneath, fingers’ hook and curl and down-draw of the silken sheen; sharp line of her skin, tone of tan and fair on division of clothe-drawn bounds; flecks and freckles of the fair gleaming then as from tan above.
Warmth of his lips upon her neck as her head fell back in freeing for the feel, trace of kiss’ path, rose of its warmth, as his lips kept in their downward grace; deep-press kisses and light of flick tongue upon ridges of her collar; her rise and swell, just beneath, in affecting to the feel; his further fall, lips reach and find of her risen, waiting, there. He took into mouth, whorl of his tongue over sides and whole of aerola-hue, suckle and draw and light of the sound as lips broke and the shape of her bounced live in release; her hold to his head, drawing to again; his ready and want to be; soft start of his touch, low and to heat split gentle to the tracing feel; wake of her body, alive in the light, and sensing to every gifting.
Her own hands’ low, find and encourage—emboldened eager of his kiss and touch. Soft sound of the break as his face rose back, eyes meet and hold and gleam in the morning gold. His smile, her nod, cave of her center as hands held to her shoulders and she felt him then; body curled, neck drawn back, fluid-warmth of their one becoming as living light in move and stir suspended in room’s sky.
Lips to her neck, sense-flicker of tongue that fluttered her body and breath as they kept in their love and make of dream in dawn’s cool and slow and quiet of cicadas’ summer last.