hands on me while our breaths steady and our pulses compose. The scent of fully bloomed roses falls everywhere, softer than the velvet underneath us and nearly as supple as the cheek I stroke with transfixed fingertips of my own. The blush of ardent life there slowly subsides into pale pink as she traces from the corners of my smile to my hair.
Wanting to feel all of her blessed form and every hushed little rush of air whispering between her lips, I gather her closer. Shy lashes lilt and she hums a smile as I turn my hand, letting the backs of my fingers blaze a silent trail down her neck, ever-desirous for the delicate swell of life beneath satin-thin skin.
Married in His house and fulfilled in His hands, my wife curls closer as I spread my fingers gently between her breast and her side. With her eyes closed, she nestles her nose and cheek to my chest with the smallest giggle, and the sound is golden pure perfection, gingerly reverberating within the apse.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
I hold in my arms a moving heaven, who holds within her all of my hope and all of my happiness. Safely enshrined within her slender frame are meaning and purpose an angel would envy.
When her eyes open again, hazel and sable glimmer with fervor that the corners of her smile can’t help but catch, devotion, and I see the sun truly rise for the first time.
I want to speak.
I want to whisper of the intensity and expanse of her blessed perfection.
I want to tell her forever and ever, here you are .
But there are no words to encompass the breadth of certainty swelling inside my chest. I’m weightless in awe and at the same time filled with knowing my reason, and I am without a language to convey the heights and depths of my honor, ardency, and wonder.
Between hearts settling into steady harmony, from under tired lids, our eyes adore. We linger quietly in the warmth of love confirmed, and I want Lacie looking up at me this way every day. I want her touching me with grateful admiration that matches my own, forever.
With a higher smile, she fills little lungs under my palm and presses new-petal pink lips together before she speaks.
“Hi,” she says gently, sounding far more innocent than only seventeen.
I know the exact feeling.
“Hi,” I reply, smiling down, feeling her shyness matched in my own disposition.
But light’s soft sincerity has never been more resplendent. Trembles have mellowed into a calm chorus of affirmation, continuing to illuminate her and bringing us still deeper into unebbing grace. Even as her eyes search mine for courage and solace, she shines.
“What comes next?” she asks, timid-tender and shifting closer.
“Love,” I answer easily. Taking her hand in mine and pressing it over the beating center of my devotion, I fold my other arm all the way around her. “Come what may, for every day of this life and every moment of the next, I will love you, Lacie.”
She nods and swallows, her forehead beginning to show the tightness of apprehension.
“You’ll never have to take a single step on this road without me,” I promise.
As I kiss beside her eye, I note the fading scent of roses imbued in her skin. I kiss her cheek and her nose, and black lashes bow before me as she exhales. It’s a warm rush over my lips, and she angles herself so we can kiss with soft abandon. Slow and open, we kiss until the truth in our hearts sings glad tidings through both our bodies. We kiss until the worries in her forehead smooth, and the grip in her fingers returns to a sleepy caress.
Feeling the tiredness in her limbs, I move to stand and help her sit up. Perfection blushes in ever-glowing candlelight as I kneel at her feet, cradling a bare ankle and kissing her heel before glancing around for her clothes. With my eyes off of her and on our surroundings for the first time in so long, what I see moves my heartbeat to a warmer depth, somewhere between pride and protection.
Her cream-colored skirt and my clerical shirt
Wanting to feel all of her blessed form and every hushed little rush of air whispering between her lips, I gather her closer. Shy lashes lilt and she hums a smile as I turn my hand, letting the backs of my fingers blaze a silent trail down her neck, ever-desirous for the delicate swell of life beneath satin-thin skin.
Married in His house and fulfilled in His hands, my wife curls closer as I spread my fingers gently between her breast and her side. With her eyes closed, she nestles her nose and cheek to my chest with the smallest giggle, and the sound is golden pure perfection, gingerly reverberating within the apse.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
I hold in my arms a moving heaven, who holds within her all of my hope and all of my happiness. Safely enshrined within her slender frame are meaning and purpose an angel would envy.
When her eyes open again, hazel and sable glimmer with fervor that the corners of her smile can’t help but catch, devotion, and I see the sun truly rise for the first time.
I want to speak.
I want to whisper of the intensity and expanse of her blessed perfection.
I want to tell her forever and ever, here you are .
But there are no words to encompass the breadth of certainty swelling inside my chest. I’m weightless in awe and at the same time filled with knowing my reason, and I am without a language to convey the heights and depths of my honor, ardency, and wonder.
Between hearts settling into steady harmony, from under tired lids, our eyes adore. We linger quietly in the warmth of love confirmed, and I want Lacie looking up at me this way every day. I want her touching me with grateful admiration that matches my own, forever.
With a higher smile, she fills little lungs under my palm and presses new-petal pink lips together before she speaks.
“Hi,” she says gently, sounding far more innocent than only seventeen.
I know the exact feeling.
“Hi,” I reply, smiling down, feeling her shyness matched in my own disposition.
But light’s soft sincerity has never been more resplendent. Trembles have mellowed into a calm chorus of affirmation, continuing to illuminate her and bringing us still deeper into unebbing grace. Even as her eyes search mine for courage and solace, she shines.
“What comes next?” she asks, timid-tender and shifting closer.
“Love,” I answer easily. Taking her hand in mine and pressing it over the beating center of my devotion, I fold my other arm all the way around her. “Come what may, for every day of this life and every moment of the next, I will love you, Lacie.”
She nods and swallows, her forehead beginning to show the tightness of apprehension.
“You’ll never have to take a single step on this road without me,” I promise.
As I kiss beside her eye, I note the fading scent of roses imbued in her skin. I kiss her cheek and her nose, and black lashes bow before me as she exhales. It’s a warm rush over my lips, and she angles herself so we can kiss with soft abandon. Slow and open, we kiss until the truth in our hearts sings glad tidings through both our bodies. We kiss until the worries in her forehead smooth, and the grip in her fingers returns to a sleepy caress.
Feeling the tiredness in her limbs, I move to stand and help her sit up. Perfection blushes in ever-glowing candlelight as I kneel at her feet, cradling a bare ankle and kissing her heel before glancing around for her clothes. With my eyes off of her and on our surroundings for the first time in so long, what I see moves my heartbeat to a warmer depth, somewhere between pride and protection.
Her cream-colored skirt and my clerical shirt
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