Practical magic: isn’t that what it was? Love and lust. Enchantment, captivation, spellbinding of another into fulfillment of one’s will—or giving of self to theirs.
She felt it then in entrance to room, wind stir of blow through window’s open that danced the cream-toned drapes of window’s frame; pulse of light in mauve glowed room in wave of branch before the sun in rose tempered setting sky; flutter of heart that danced as drapes swept in the gentle wind; fall of her robe, body of mauve in illume and absorb of room-filled glow.
Read of his eyes: enchanted, captivated, spellbound to her sight. Her smile in break, mirror of his, as she stood in body’s changes; express of her chest, low-strong ready; read and see of his.
Move of his self in seek and meet; his hands to her naked’s hold. Step by step, embracing stand, her body moved and pressed to wall, wind-waver of drapes and heart again, pulse-bright of the mauve-glow light.
Fall of his hands, fall of his body, from hips in rising trace, thumbs upon her middle, palms upon her sides in press and climb into take of hold, firm and strong, as kiss began, wetting warm to open neck.
His steady of her body, raise-widen of leg, breath and sound in soft escape; deep-touching of the magic. Her body held, her body steadied, high leg’s curling over hip; pulse and pulse, his strong hold’s keep; break of his kiss, find of their sight—eye to eye—spellbound to one another.