Day’s warmth, winds play

night’s chill, body’s warmth

my breath, his felt

serenity as one, stillness amid fire


Scent of leaves crisp, air chilled

Time passes, forgotten by mind

ageless memories, fought sorrow

my lips, his kiss


Autumn brings chill, crisp, and early darkness. I yearn for his warm body as I brave the cold nights free; open; exposed of the winds and sharp fondle of Winter.

Other’s wish and crave spice of pumpkins - I only wish for more time and subtle touch of my hands to him. His lips, chest, back, love.