The golden glow of embers burning
Shadows cast upon the ground,
Your body stirs to feel my yearning
Growing from my restless loins.

The beauty of Autumnal days
Fresh within our joint mind’s eye,
Helps us as we reach for ways
To exercise our deep desire.

Gently, first I push upon you
Softly kissing tender flesh,
Then ever firmer, looking for new
Ways to tease and please my loving Wench.

Lust, that ever present passion
Forces us to higher plains,
We search in our own sweet fashion
For perfection in entangled limbs.

And as the climax of our loving
Saturates your inmost cleft,
We disengage to hold, still caring,
Clinging to each other’s breast.

The shadows, dancing, moving still
Help to pass the moment by,
Breathing deep our nostrils fill
With scents of love and Autumn days.