Come the Seasons

Come Spring

From out of the swirling breezes
Carrying the aroma of fresh blossoms
The scent of her perfume still finds me

Come Summer

Beads of water tease my desires,
Streaming over her sensuous curves
As she emerges from a refreshing swim

Come Autumn

The crisp mountain air and changing colors
Beckon us outdoors for a leisurely walk
Among the fallen leaves that invite a playful romp

Come Winter

The crackle and pop of hickory embers
Keep us warm amidst the falling snow
As we cuddle closely, melting together

Come the Seasons

Come the New Year

Come Love of Two

Come Life as One

AMBRESS, March 2008

 

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