He smiled on innocence sight of her in pleasured find, in hold to piece of art in hand and framed in golden bound. She rested in pose admiring gift, high body tall and straight, her legs bend, lap’s form in forward spread of thighs with feet and shins in fold beneath.
She was beautiful in pose. She was beautiful in poise, beautiful in pleasure-state—as simple as it was.
Maybe it was the simplicity, purity and non-pretension, that made her beauty all the more.
He admired her still in workday’s dress, black pants, black shirt, cardigan of same in layered warm and guarding from winter’s cold; darkness of her dressing sharp and striking in contrast to her winter-fair, clean lines of colored-division at collar and clothes’ cuffs.
He studied her in further details: light shine off the broad, flat buttons of her cardigan; matte of the fabric’s woven black; her shift in poise and deeper settle into rest. Thighs flattened and stretched further in lap before as she laid the picture on their rest.
Under poise and pictured rest, long fibered carpet covered floor that softened ground in plush and padding to flat of her folded feet, shins, and knees beneath her.
With each new detail, he admired ever more all in the moment—most of all, her mirth.
Within, too, there was the longing: for more—to undress her body button by button; broad flats of cardigan first, then smaller fines of shirt; draw of the two from shoulders and arms back-drawn in the rid and after remaining, forward press of her breasts in back-draw of her arms, unfasten of bra’s hold-clasp, its cover pulled low, forward, and free; her high body still tall, pose and poise high as he knelt in forward lean and kiss-take of her open bare; the feel of her hands caress of him and draw to her more strongly in his keep of adorings to.
Low-work of his hands to bottom’s button-front, roll of her body, fluid and smooth, in shift of seat, legs brought forward and raised from positioned rest beneath; his lay of her back, legs’ follow in rise; rid of her last of black; widened drape in legged-cradle make, intimate hue in love-spread and her ready; his take of place; align and match and fit in the find; his pin of her to plush—but all of that could wait. What mattered was her joy, and she was in hers then.
The longing would always be and so he saved away. He loved her as she was right then, admiring, beauty in a pleasure-innocence.