The trees sway back and forth;

the pale, red, and orange leaves cascade to the surface.

Your kiss intoxicates my insides with pure bliss.

Gentle, be gentle;

the cold air stands, it seeps through closed doors.

Your embrace is all that I long for.

Grip me softly,

the breath of autumn crawls down my spine.

Kiss the nape of my neck, tell me you’re mine.

“You’re a dream,” I whisper.

“Let’s never wake up,” you suggest.