Dawn light blushed and they did too. Yet, in them both, there was a boldness.
Meekness of beauty, boldness of glow, enchantment and attraction in the paradox; and in the energy, they moved for one another.
His hands to her hips in kitchen-stand, shift and moving of her body; turn of her face in meet of his, kiss over bare of high right shoulder; hold of the kiss, rise of his hands lift-cradling to front; grasp-raise of her high, her body’s sink in soft bending of her knees, feel of him behind; change in their kiss, her suckle to tongue through feel of her body’s lift in forward rock and raise; his hold and move of her body again; forward facing, eye-to-eye, silent speak of their stares; hold’s press to her front, stronger kiss to the feel; hands down her sides, her own to his back—tightening in wrap; low sweep and grasp, lifted from behind; whole take of her body to his; fall of her weight, bounced-raise of his lift; eyes’ close and huff of her love-driven breath matching to burst and rush of his; her focus to his tongue again, air’s burst of break to each weighted sink and driven rise; boldness of the sun in full become of the day; boldness sensed through closed eyes and building feel, warmth’s spread over all of skin, affect to soul within—meekness rid from sky and scene.