It did not always need to be deep: life and love and all’s emotions. There were times, and many, when it was enough to enjoy and immerse in the simple pleasures, whims, and desires that arose—to celebrate what is always there when simplified and allowed to be.
So it was in the morning light, open of home and room in which she moved lithe and smooth amidst the motes and casted rays.
Lovely, beautiful, curled fall and flow of hair to shoulder tops under morning dress, white and pure and bright in the lighting rays. Her skin, her smile, eyes shaded through half-closed lids, lashes shadowing further still. Her hips, her breasts, Venus-vase of sides in curve—he desired her right then.
Natural and good, aligned in holy order, he moved for her in light’s suspend. Draw of her sash and open of front that widened smile and lit her eyes as he adored all act revealed. Her giddiness as he kissed her lips, left arm behind her back, drawing her body close as low, searched and found and caressed her changing. Change of her feel, change of kiss—lips and tongue to his.
Her search of reach to bottom of shirt, raising high and free; again to search, work and loose, felled and bared as she.
Brilliance of the sun, rays and motes and bare of bodies’ illume, strong and eager of her kiss as he controlled and guided fall. Blush of the carpet beneath her back, its pad as he pressed her to; her hold, her guide, smooth and glide; slow, deep kisses then. Her taste, her sound, their rhythm—One—matching and stronger on. Sound of the birds through window’s bright, their own love-song sounding to. Her feel of his tense, bracing for—her stronger on to bring him to.
Flood of the love, brilliance of sun—rays and motes and love’s illume, to the pulse and waves in living through.
Her smile in lie, light laugh in mirth, loving live of their sudden and strong. Light of kiss, his touch in kind, as in gentle she reached too—sigh and swoon and empty-weaken as she lain in love-light radiance.
A while more—close and in love—they rested, lain, and adored then rose. They dressed in blush and lover’s smiles, covering away what they freely shared; thinking on for all the day, and ahead to eve when they would love again.