Fall Demands Attention
The bright colors remind us of what is gone.
The wet kiss of a summer rain,
The suffocating embrace of the sun's heat,
The smile, while returned, was never followed on.
And the night chill warns of what is to come.
The snow, the cold, the ice.
A warm body pressed against your own,
two bare skins trying to become as one.
Love lost, love found.
Pay attention says fall.
The wet kiss of a summer rain,
The suffocating embrace of the sun's heat,
The smile, while returned, was never followed on.
And the night chill warns of what is to come.
The snow, the cold, the ice.
A warm body pressed against your own,
two bare skins trying to become as one.
Love lost, love found.
Pay attention says fall.
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Xxx - K
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Molly