The dire drips of autumn,
spring forth from your lips,
As your cool breath blows soothingly across my skin,
Down to my very core of my being I feel this,
And it is revlealed to all by the emergance of goosbumps along my skin,
taking what was once smooth,
And turning it into a hardened rough surface.
Guiding my lips to yours,
It is no longer the cool autumn breeze that I once thought,
But yet the damp humidity of a rain forest evening.
After a matter of time,
Eyelids droop and minds begin to wander,
As we close our eyes and lie there,
Wrapped in each others arms as if they were,
Some sort of protective barrier,
To keep out the winds of the fall,
That insistently nip at our fingertips,
And clasp longingly at our flesh.
