“You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?” she asked in chide and know, drawn focus in his face she read as worry when she saw no reason or need to be.
“I guess I am,” he answered to her words. “How do you not?”
“I don’t know, just don’t.”
She was better at it than he. She smiled on him then, sensing and encouraging the way he gazed; from her long and free of open legs to cover of sweater high, it’s charcoal shade making appear fine of her skin evermore light and fair; and too hair ends in rest upon. Effortless, she raised his strong expression; and like the read of his overthink—to see—raised in her a playful spirit and levity.
Standing, spinning, moving lithe and free; feeling and sensing keep of sight upon her fine, bare legs, playful spirit bared the more; hair’s spin with her move like sunray scatter in fanning whirl. She didn’t know why she did, why she felt so free, but the reason did not matter. She did not overthink it.
She was better at that than he.
She touched to his expression, looking down on sight as with hand and work, she bared fully for her view; brighten of her smile as eyes’ deepened into shadow of a stare.
She felt his hand in answer-match, high’s split of legs bare and free, tongue’s purse and wet of lips, subtle, their close for him to see.
“Well think of it this way,” she spoke, feeling as she said—his touch to surface of her sense as deep prepared and panged in ready. “Your thoughts are not your actions. They’re just thoughts. They don’t have to be deep. Don’t make them more. You are free to let them be and to write and share them as you wish.”
“Don’t make it deep,” she spoke again, flick-stir to surface sense that sped and shallowed breaths and silenced further words as he kissed his lips in strong; her tongue to way he touched and her own holding onto him.
Strong eager of her tongue made more through the resonance of sounds, long-free legs in spread wide, his expression held and led by her in guide; sound and swoon and dizzy first-smooth; eyes’ match, as bodies—in One.
Raise of her charcoal cover, all her beauty bared, strong in mid-day and open-free, erasing every worry, before, that she could see.