A misty morning.
Pleasantly warm inside.
Outside a little breezy.
Bright sunshine rising slowly above the autumn mist.
Wet with chill.
He nibbles your neck.
He ushers you along the queue.
A hurrying issue to get you indoors.
He flirts unconditionally.
He's playing with your heart, it beats faster to beat the cold.
Teasing your fingertips and chafing your lips.
He speaks sometimes, if he's in the mood.
Once in a while he roars.
Sometimes with your skirt he plays.
He lifts it in public as in his nonsense he displays all your bits.
Evening darkness covers you like a shroud.
Your coat lingers longer.
So much longer, he can't get his  invisible hand up it.
Discretion at the end of a breezy day.
(C) Livvi