AUTUMNAL BURN
The ground is wet
with melted snow
burned away by a seemingly cold sun.
The leaves at my feet are damp
and not the optimal bedding,
but they do provide me with much food for thought.
I imagine laying back and drifting off
as winter comes to drape me in frost...
But I'll still be warm
with last night's fucking...
I'll still feel lover
deep inside me...
Still taste me clinging to his every inch...
Still have the satisfied glow
of the freshly fucked.
Only I don't. Not really.
It's not enough any longer.
Or maybe it never was.
Not until the cycle is complete.
Not until I can wake from slumber,
melt away the snow on my own
and take what is offered.
Perhaps lazy days in leaf beds
are behind me?
They just can't compete to
waking up and thrusting inside you.
Please let me have you again.
Please.
Another night when we can have each other
without limit; without snowfall calling us away
from our enchanted resting place.
Written By Jason Wright
OCTOBER 12, 2006
for Jeremy