Of Reds and Browns - Sex Stories

Of Reds and Browns

In Autumn days, of red and browns, My dear maiden of dreams, I reach, With dried corn stalks and gourds And acorns on the ground. Of jack-o'-lanterns smiling, Laying dormant until Spring And nutmeg kisses you give to me, Sweet jasmine scent in your hair. Soft breezes whispering poetic love, As wind-songs blow in the air, Joyful jubilation and sensual wiles, Beneath the crescent moon and shadows. Floss on the frost, of midnight clover, Like twinkling lights in your green eyes, Silently awakening within my arms, In comfort of your warm heart. Skin so fair upon your flesh, Like a lay of satin, to my touch, In Autumn days, of reds and browns, My dear maiden of dreams, I reach.