
He watched her. She was Autumn...gloriously arrayed in Earth tones of cinnamon, gold, olive, a sensual mix of heat and cold, her bare back inviting his touch. She was mourning the change approaching on the breeze rippling over the water. He held his brick cold breath; she turned a smile on him.
"Thank you!"
Seasons? Love how u did it. Thanks for dropping by.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nik! Glad you liked it! :)
ReplyDeleteNice!! Well done. You continue to amaze me :)
ReplyDeleteYou're too sweet, Jud! Ta! :)
ReplyDeleteAutumn meets Winter? Sounds like there's going to be a tempestuous equinox. :)
ReplyDelete*chuckles @ Goochie* Indeed!
ReplyDeleteI can feel the winter chill....Nice write
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