Her hands move with a swift artfulness in the candle light. Gently roaming the plains of his skin,

The sun shines, its magnanimous warmth intercepted by a series of worldly filters.

across an expanse of back and softly around the set of his neck. He slips his hand around her waist,

Clouds and trees move in unison to stifle its glory. A lone ray breaks free of its shackles

urging her closer. Leaning into her arms, he lets his lips brush lightly against her earlobe,

and strikes down upon a solemn spider’s web, illustrating its ingenuity. The spider, a dark creature 

up to and slowly around the contours of her neck, coming to rest against the press of her collarbone.

by nature, scrambles into hiding, abandoning the web it toiled so hard to design. Having had its fun,

In the flickering light of the candle, their hands find each other, fingers twining. Their lips meet,

the beam moves south, looking for fresh amusement, weaving in and out of jealous impediments.

slowly parting, tongues darting, pressing and probing. The mingled taste of milk and honey.

Sliding gracefully across the lawn, it prods the grass awake, photosynthetic breakfast in bed.

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