In morning wake, rising sun, the romance was returned; not in words but gentled giftings that stirred and raised her from her dreams; down-draw of the sheet that covered her, warm; cool of the morning air, telling too in dew, across her body, bared; cup of his hold to high of her breasts, mouth’s cover and warmth of his breath over morning skin, heat upon the cool; take of his lips, play of his tongue, enlivened raise of swelling ends within and to; caress of hand to back of his head, closer drawing in holding to his neck; answer of his kiss, firmer into breasts, back arced in pressing too; release of his high hands’ holding, low trace of her sides and draw of her legs; rise of his kiss for hers; meet of their kiss, meet of their more, deep press into bed beneath; her eyes still closed, embracing the dream—romance of their spirits—as cool of the morning air around warmed in golden light; breathing, rhythmic to the romance.