Drenched in Autumn

Drenched in Autumn

Your hand in mine
Feeling divine,
Walking through trees;
A chilly breeze.

Stopping to sit
And rest a bit
Beneath the eves
Of autumn leaves,

I feel your hands
Between the strands
Of chilled hair;
Caught in your stare.

Warmth turns to heat,
Your lips mine meet.
The leaves our bed;
To them, I’m led.

My shirt gone – flung,
Skin waiting for tongue.
Cold fingers grip
Your jean-clad hip.

Upon my breast
Granted request;
Feel every touch,
Impatient clutch.

Pulling you close,
Removing your clothes;
Leaves against skin
And love within.

The fire a flare,
Lips everywhere.
A shortened gasp,
You’re in my grasp.

Forget unknowns –
There’s only moans.
I’m slowly filled
And never chilled.

The trees in rows –
Caught in throes;
A sigh, tremble
And gentle pull.

A softened scream
And thick, warm cream;
One final thrust,
Inherent trust.

One we’ve become
Drenched in Autumn –
The colors abound,
My love profound.