Through arc of sun and into rise and light of near-full silver moon, they wrote and shared, gave and made, in love and spirit of the two-heart flame.
Light of the hearth, crackle of flame, and heat of heirloom’s strong, low heat of burn, he shared and gave again.
Another story, another dream—swoon of want for way and tell.
Alive of her skin, attune of her sense, as he rolled her from side’s rest and read to front and hands and knees. Her steady in ready, low and close to sewn scratch-padding of the rug, he lifted to tender sensitive, low and just above; align and find, she around and in to back-pressed smooth and glide, she brought herself on him until body’s stop and forward rock in take of his answer-giving back; his pet of her ass into holding of sides, thumb’s press into low dimples of her back as he held and gave and her body shocked in swift love strikes—her love and body’s return of answer back.
Another dream, another way, open-lived in the two-heart heat.