by WriterDom ©
Summer, a faded memory
a nip of north wind
rustles the ruddy leaves
clinging to their lofty perch
as lady moon rises in orange glory
we retreat
to warmth of fire
where sweater soaks in the heat
and restless breasts pine for touch
of tongue and teeth and lips
safely cuddled
in strong arms
you breathe my woody scent
our hearts race with love so true
as silk and cotton submits to flesh
soft moans
accent each nuzzle
of squeeze and release
as two bodies blend
stirred with fiery passion