“We would tire of it eventually,” he spoke.
“We would?” she asked, incredulous of his belief.
“We would,” he elaborated, “…if physical is all it is, only of the flesh.”
She never felt or thought it that. She knew that it was more.
“And what if it is spirit?” she asked, piquant in challenge and curious of response.
His eyes lit. His spirit showed, as it always did when touched in moved affection.
“Then it’s different.”
“What is it then?”
“It is greater, something more.”
“How so?”
“The Spirit is eternal. It never ends or dies.”
Warm heat shock flashed on her spine at speak his words, his answer given, and a more in focused gaze of eyes, conveying spirit and see of her own, nakedness beyond already flesh.
Focus softened. Adore returned, he gentle in his touch, as she rocked softly, still upon.
Hand of her rose to his head, fingers stroking and curl of hair behind as she smiled into his eyes.
“Then love me in the more. Love me of the spirit—us like this forever—so the way we are and the way we’ll become endures beyond this little life.”
Hand tightened to his hair. She drew him near to face, her own forward seeking to their meet; gentle, meek, and loving into strengthened spirit-way; together again as he moved her body, his upon, love of spirit and the more into adoration ecstasy.