When you think of her you’re wondering how.
To touch her skin, you’re wanting it now.
Pulling off her skirt, without a sound.
Ripping through her panties and sinking down.
Many moons with sultry thoughts.
Purchasing visions that memories bought.
Hoping that it isn’t all for naught.
Such a fly to the spider, and the fly is caught.
Green leaves shedding its life, turning from orange to red.
Beautifully complimenting the sky, the colors that bled.
Cinnamon sparks the smell of the apple cider.
Wrapping around the fuzzy quilt, sitting beside the fire.
Watch as the flames lick and crack before our eyes.
Sipping on the warmth, yet feeling chilly to my surprise.
Give me your arms, let them enfold a shivering me.
Having the fire inside now, ’cause you don’t feel what I see.
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