He loved to hold to her open front, her smile and eyes in look on his, the cant of her head, the scent of her skin, her breath through first full-give; the move of her hand into holding behind, her draw of him deeper and greater in as second rose to neck and back of his head, fingers comb and run and playing through his hair; the smile on her face, eyes still to his lips and his offering in give; way of their tongues setting way of their rest; move of his hand from front to hold and draw and supporting from behind, second—pinned between their close and press—still holding to her front; break of their kiss, pulse-breath of her air through mouth and faint-bared teeth—warm and damp into face; her stronger hold, his answer same, eye-to-eye into kiss again; her taste of sound upon his tongue.
Maybe it was lust—but it was love as well when spirit and heart were true.
God meant it as a Beauty.
With her, it was.