Slowly he stirs her, strokes her cheek feather light, softly rouses her roaming eyes from under lid. They open slowly, like heavy blinds.
He shines into her, a shadow in the soft spotlight of the moon, body bare but beautiful as it hovers over her.
She takes a long breath, so close to his lips she can taste salt from summer heat and he waits, he waits for her hands to slide down his back, fingers to bind into trenches of flesh, toes to curl and coo in anticipation.
He brushes her lips with his, paints a path of purple, red, and blue down her torso.
She smiles and nuzzles her nose into his neck, happy to be a canvas long into morning.