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Autumn Muse
Autumn Muse
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When the breeze carries the scent,
The scent of the warmt of trimmed beard tickling the cheek.
As I nustled into his neck.
As the eyes talk and the fingers interlocked,
As the lips ooze nectar, surely paradise locked.
Whats the magic that the breeze carries?
The burning of cheeks at the memories.
The biting of lips, oh so lovely!
The garden of love in it's full bloom.
The lamp post glows dim and the world pauses.
Everything good that he surpasses!
The surprise, the shock...
As he approaches!
The goodness and the scent!
How so fragrant!
Dreamland or reality?
Or the enchantment of autumn!
Or is it the sorcerer himself?
Wrapping himself warmly,
Whispering flirtatiously,
Smelling devinely,
Oh he sure knows
I'm diving deep down lovingly!
