“I didn’t try for it to write that way,” he confessed in open tell, “but that’s where and way it went.”
She smiled, unminding and with a lightness of laugh dismissive of any worry.
“Sometimes it happens like that,” she answered. Sound of further lightness and giggles’ carry followed from her words.
“Has the thought gone away?” she asked, curious and for further reason.
“No,” he answered truthful.
Levity lessened, but still she smiled, blush beginning in warmth and rising onto cheeks.
“Well…” she lingered the word as she measured those and openness to follow, “…it’s a beautiful day to live a Truth…”
Eyes stayed to his in read and measure of his understanding.
Red of her cheeks deepened. Blush spread to neck and over collar’s show and triangle-fall of her buttoned shirt to start of slope and shape of breasts, fair skin of spread colored too in rouge.
Levity was gone and replaced by ache of an anticipation.
She wondered if he felt the same.
She looked away, eyes meekening as she retreated from her boldness of words and swept with hand fine single strands of fallen hair that showed before her eyes.
Retreating, drawing in, returning to her caution, by hold—he brought her back. Hands to her hips, sweep-reach and take in draw behind that brought their bodies close; placed still and press of their intimates warm, through clothes, against the others. Each fluttered in a waver-sense.
Hands raised from behind, he took hold of her face and kissed fine and fair of her thin-lined lips with gentleness and affirmed emotion that returned her spirit from its hide.
Gentle, slow, intimate—he undressed her in noon-day room. High of the sun—bright on the world, but casting shade into room under shelter of home and roof—made fair of her hidden skin more beautiful in softness of room’s recess.
Rosing to touch, rosing to kiss, her body colored and changed in hue. Touching, kissing, she returned caressed hue-painting of him too.
Touching, kissing, caressing, they explored and wandered in meandering adorations of each other.
Slowly, gently, delicate in affection—they caressed. Then hook and draw n wide-hold of her spread, rose heat-vibrant of beckon and ready; his drive; her swoon, body curl and tighten in take and hold embracing onto him; gentle of breath in settle-recover; then full of swoon, alive again, driving from her any doubt of his know and understand as they strengthened in love-union and Living Truth.