• I see this change, the change in the trees, the change in your eyes.
    The gentle greens of summer changing to the lustful reds and golds of autumn,
    the gentle waiting of your eyes changing to lustful eyes of need.

    I feel the breeze, the breeze rustles through my hair, through my heart.
    The leaves in the trees that float gently down caressing the air as they fall,
    the hand that hold against my cheek that trails down caressing my skin.

    The change from the gentle, humming colours of Summer,
    To the needy, passionate colours of Autumn.
    The change from your kind, patient being,
    To your lustful, wanting self.

    You change as the seasons change.
    You wait and then you cannot.
    You're gentle and then you are passionate.
    I love how you change, my autumn lover.