She loved his way of morning greet, hold of her body from behind; wrap of his arms and hands over sides and widen-slope of hips from waist’s narrow, sweep of arms, sense and feel and center of her front; the smile on her face he felt but couldn’t see, not then, not yet, but always found in time; with smile on face, hand’s comb and head’s cant that carried her hair in movement to single side leaving bare of her right neck free; the find of his kiss, light scratch of beard before warmth of lips’ smooth.
From his center-hold in under-navel, widen of his hands in broaden-trace of plain and spread of hips; his hold to their points, her body drawn gentle-back, heat-sense of tongue through supple’s press, warm and gentle to her neck; sigh of her breath, expanding smile, low fall of his hold from points to high of thighs, gentle press of low bodies still; then spin of her body beginning in shoulders, twist and carry through in changed position in his hold; his hold to her behind and drawing still, low press of their fronts as high body leant back, her arms around his neck; spirit in eyes, upcurl of her lips—last’s cover as first’s closed—then break of the kiss and morning’s greet; holding still in attained find of each other’s smiles: mirth in a morning mood.