THOSE CRISP CHILLED EVENINGS OF AUTUMN'S DAYS

THOSE CRISP CHILLED EVENINGS OF AUTUMN'S DAYS
Dark evenings slow and long
Day dreaming in your arms to where I belong
To feel the warmth of your touch I miss
And the sweet taste of your teasing kiss
Intoxicated by your languid gaze
I want, I need for you I crave
Those crisp chilled evenings of Autumn's days
The crackle of spitting logs glow and softly smoulder
Your lips they tease and trail along my shoulder
The heat is hotter than the fire that glows
As desires passion builds and grows
Two souls aglow in perfect harmony
I'm lost and drowned in my perfect memory
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