Lustful Autumn passions
Taste sweet between lips.
Winters cold breath
Threatens fire to fade.
Spring dewdrops on roses
Will rekindle the past.
A summer of love
Awaits us after dark.
Lustful Autumn passions
Taste sweet between lips.
Winters cold breath
Threatens fire to fade.
Spring dewdrops on roses
Will rekindle the past.
A summer of love
Awaits us after dark.
I expected this one to have a lot of comments; I really like it. The ups and downs of love, a whole relationship cycle, set against the cycle of the seasons. Really intelligently thought out. Here’s to what awaits after dark.
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Thanks! Exactly what I was going for, glad you can connect to this ❤
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