Impulsion's of an Autumn Solstice

Burnt orange litters the ground

While I place my hand upon your face

I take in the misty air that rolls off your lips

like crisp water over smoothly shaped rocks

Our eyes looking onward gridlocking in some transcendent dance

The smell of rosemary and rose buds catching my senses 

awakening my inner desires

leaning in my face is graced with a lock of your hair 

that sends shocks through my body like a tidal wave

Soft lips caress your delicate ear and as I pull away 

I see the brail that covers your supple skin

Reviews

[Casey]

Thank you PaintedPhoenix! I appreciate the feed back! :)

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

The imagery in this write is stellar. I really love how it gives us not only a look at your surroundings and shares your story, but it really shows us the situation through your eyes. Excellent job at putting me in your shoes and phenomenally penned