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.