Divine like Autumn

Disolve into the air that now blows down the path with its cool tongue tasting the back of my neck. Between thighs and arms and gasps of lovers Autumn is craving a word or twice. Dance like fingers upon my throat sharp edged sheddings tumble down from limbs. Curious whispers and chattering somethings behind me, before me, befall my eyes. Save the moments inside my stomach, swelling and still wanting and calling me along. His voice is divine like Autumn.