Love and autumn: a blissful combination |
I am autumn, a wonderous blend of browns that stands out in the still green flora of my homeland. The weather is the coolest it's been in forever, but it's still too warm. I seek the chill that signals the end of abundance. The lingering, painless death is both a finale and a beginning. It is autumn's breezes that bring me to life. It is autumn's sounds of leaves 'neath my feet that sharpen my heat-dulled senses. It is autumn's colors that open my eyes that sought to hide from summer's glare. In autumn...I awaken. The chills revive my fatigued veins, and I run. In autumn...I awaken. The sounds stir my latent desires to dance. In autumn...I awaken. The light makes even the dying flora glow... and gives me a glow as I seek to fulfill my desires. In autumn, I am at my peak. Passion points run high in the heart of October, and I seek to satiate my passion. So to his house I go; it is he I desire in this illusturous season, perpetuating autumn's glow. It is he that glows in early fall, a soft, latent fire I seek share...if he's willing. If he is-oh, what a night! For some time, I'll be blissfully fatigued. If he's not-I still seek to hold him and enjoy autumn's offerings. Imbibe in the taste of pumpkin, the scent of cinnamon and the winds that drive me to action. With him I want to share my joy, my desires, my love. As autumn awakens my body, it arouses my soul. I seek to share my soul with him. |