Autumnal Thoughts Comments

October, old sport, you are handsome for your age, with your receding hairline and sandalwood scent. The days of summer now spent, you are winter bent, warm and cozy in your colorful sweaters, brick chimney for a pipe. With a reminiscent breeze, turn the blushing pages of your trees. Tell me a story. Your windswept magic swirls with secrets.

I think of love's decay. The one who got away. The memory of a final kiss ferments in my mind with a brown leaf sweetness. The wetness of her mouth was like harvest wine, her searching tongue sur lie. Smooth, full bodied, complex. Decanter of my purple soul.
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