Another brave Snarkling inserts his artful self into the Crap Detector here at Snark Central.
The sky is that magnificent blue which comes only with the advent of hard frosts and clear October air. She could see it through the windows all around her. She could see orange and red leaves dropping from big trees growing near the house, watching them fall against that blue background.
Looking over at him as he dozed softly, she could not remember if she had ever made love in the afternoon, in a room surrounded by windows with the shades up. Surely she must have, in some far away time when she was younger, surely there was a time when it did not matter if the sun was down, or the curtains pulled tight, or the door locked against the intrusion of friendly neighbors and children. But, right now, she could not remember such a time.
All she could remember, now, was the soft touch of his hands, the intensity of his eyes as his fingers traced the outlines of her body, pausing here and there in response to her trembling . The reverence in his eyes held her attention, making her forget everything that would normally make her nervous. The absolute adoration of her, and her body, on his face, in his touch, in his whole being, held her thoughts captive and took her away from this sunlit room.
She could not remember anyone ever doing that before. It must have happened, must have happened more than once, but she could not recall, could not remember anything like this. She reached out and gently touched the skin on his back. He stirred and she pulled away, not wishing to disturb him. She felt a tear work its way from the corner of her eye. She wondered if it was sadness that her life had gone so long without this kind of love, or happiness that she had found it at last, here in this sunny room with leaves falling against the blue October sky.
It's not crap.
I'd read on.