She was beauty and dream amongst bed of brome. Her season’s skin, freckled burst like colored and seeded heads across brome sea of green; her eyes, her smile, her aura in the openness, fall of hair that she stroked away in draw of greater focus to her eyes—green and gold as the sea around—and wear of form-fall dress that draped loose to her frame, its romance hue, satin’s catch of sun: he lost sense to time, place, and all around.
In her essence. In her being. All was her.
He joined her, lowering, upon the bed of brome; flutter of heart, hollowing beneath, pang of the summer spirit. Her smile, her knowing, she lived and sensed it all the same.
Her eyes soft narrowed, lids slight lower that tempered their bright, their gold and green, giving depth and a mystery not so much of a mystery if one dared to move and follow in faith its lead.
Movement.
He held her face. He kissed her mouth. Her body rolled and settled back heavy into the brome, their form and weight depressing stand, disappearing, in high cover of sea around.
From mouth to jaw, jaw to neck and into broad of collar spread, her body arced slow, inch by inch, in after-follow of the kiss.
Fingers’ hook of thin dress strap, its guiding over arm, draw down of her dress, heat and breath of his kiss warm upon her breast. Her rise and swell of tell-effect, his stay in kiss upon, her body’s further arc and hand in caress and holding of his head, its press of him stronger to.
Bend and raise of her legs in lie, dress’ hiking high, she in sense—hand trace from knee, high inner thigh, cradle hold to further satin, heat and feeling telling through.
Restore of his kiss strong to mouth, high hand in cover and hold to kiss’ match; her energied-mouth’s equal return; break for breath, green-gold find staring back, eye-to-eye, enlivened.
In faith, he followed lead of mystery.
Jeans and his bottoms, warm satin drawn were strewn to side. Cradle of hips, his return of kiss, dress’ romance hue—its risen and raised left as sash over waist—freckled burst in full of sun in bed and sea of brome’s seed covered same; green and the gold’s drawing closed; whole-body arc in whole-spirit touch; under-wrap and shoulder-hold, down-draw bringing deeper, stronger into opened love; other hand’s hold to breast; kiss’ strength, slow and fast, setting of way; face-to-face, eye-to-eye, unbroken in their make.
Body’s move from arc to curl—tight, close, whole-body hold, her change of breath in ways to the feel into need for sudden speed; race flicker of tongue, loss of rhythm; warmer, tighter, faster on; whole-body’s arc into the bliss, life-sound escape to sensing through.
Birdsongs in sky, white light sun incarnate in veil of cloud, stir-settle of wind like spirit’s same, they breathed deeply in the bliss.
She was still a beauty, still a dream, freckle burst of summer’s spirit amongst sea of brome the same.
In merriment and levities, he kissed her gently once again. Smiles in their softness, endearments in their touch, loving on beneath a blessing sun.