She waited for him in love open and free, smile at the sound of his steps in rise to room, finding of eyes to wait-meeting of hers, the way they grew and glowed in find of her there, intention’s telling in her wait.
She loved that it did not need to be heavy, dramatic, or profound; that it could just be love, free and open-spirited; just as there bodies were as she felt her own excite and widening of eyes to his fast undress.
The stand of his open free, smile and love expressed from source in soul; and still his surface show.
She loved his eager, hers as same; ready, wanting, having again. The vigor, the spirit, roll and flow and move of their ways; always with the vibrance and energy of eyes lighting into and over other.
The levity, the laughs, their holding, not wanting touch or time to end; and so they lasted, through the lulls and stills and peace, then restore to liveliness again.
It was a beautiful season; their season of never-end.