The cool night air is filled with a breathy promise.
It is not the prowess of a Romantic Dominant that is filling her thoughts
As the days continue to shorten,
and the wispy leaves turn,
their moist green transforming into crackling brown,
she will breathe with greater ease.
Summer’s cruel sun is waning,
taking with it the fervent heat that numbs her mind and scalds her skin.
Long dark hours lay in wait,
when her body will crave the warmth of another,
and hypnotizing flames will shroud their skin with its amber glow.
The searing sun will be replaced with sizzling slaps,
the hot breath in her ear will be from whispered words.
She calls for Autumn to hasten its pace,
and blanket her in its transformational presence.