CARDIGAN SPREAD
(a continuation to “SPIRIT OF DAY”)
Taking hand, he raised her—from wicker seat to stand. Turned and forward facing, his hold to seam of cardigan front, unbuttoned but wrapped-closed; his draw of the seam, wide parting and free to fine-fair of her beneath; enliven of her nipples in warmth and raise and deepening hue—take of kiss onto; cradle-holding of his hand, lifting and firm, forward drawing of her shape to him; weight of forward lean in further offering of press; low hand’s begin in pet and trace of her wetted slick; swoon in her feel and stand.
“Now,” her only word in hushed, deep heavy of her breath. His guiding low, cardigans become of blanket in soften of hardwood floor.
Her opening, his fill, bend of her body, legs raising—higher and folded on—bracing and bent in force and passion-spirit; breath’s panting with the pulse.
Stronger.
Stronger.
Keeping on.
Flood-wash of the sun, flood-wave of their love, spirit’s spill upon the floor. Ecstasy and awe, dream-feel of after; still in hold, still in love, and lie upon the cardigan spread.