I met you in the time between embers and aries when the sky darkens early and the leaves decide to depart from branches when the cold grey dreary fuels me emphatically and the cold crispness reminds me I am so delightfully alive In those fiery red orange embers to the grey bleak aries was I thus enflamed and envigorated by you When I met you in that time between embers and aries and we traded soft whispers and heated glances, salacious banter and satisfied stares in that time between embers and aries where I hungered for all of you exuding avaricious energy to slake myself with your scent and delight in the way my fingers dance through your hair and revel in the way I trace my desire across your skin
my embers and aries are stained with you
I think the fall/winter months having a lot of -EMBER and -ARY is pretty cool, I think I wrote this fairly victorian though