Still in sweater, woven gown of spring, they lain on the sofa after; gentle of hands in hold to sides, caress of hands’ pass, slow and soft, along their lengths that brought them both to sighs; her cradle of legs and he between, still pressing at their warmth. Soft of smiles, lit of eyes, they lain in intimate of after and love’s remain.
Quiet of home, children off in own lives and worlds—their own, just them again—they embraced in love-affection. They laughed in way of spirit and heart, untrying and unhelping in ebullition of their bliss; then hands to his face, her kissing again with a lightness, as her laugh, shared and shown spilling over of bliss. Light of its way, tease and play, like new lovers and not long-married—nip-bite to his lip, flick of her tongue onto his teeth still bared in laugh and smile—they knew that such was special gift, a blessing, to still live and lie in such bliss and love, together, after all their years.