Just as Autumn leaves land.
Upon sacred ground you stand.
Lost in golden colors,
Which dance in the wind.
Feel their touch,
As kisses begin their sin.
Rustling slightly over bare limbs.
Unable to focus in this whirlwind.
Spinning, twirling, racing mind.
As each leaf kisses,
That special spot,
Only a lover can find.
Shiver beneath carnal lips.
A wistful command, between hips.
In anticipation,
you deeply swallow.
Autumn kisses,
Will soon follow.
Love the imaginary and sensual aspects of this.
Thank you. 😉