Dec 2014
Trees shed leaves
We shed clothes.
November winds yearn for stark branches.
I desire bare skin.
Darkness unfolds.
Eyes never waver.
The cold brings a chill.
You make me shiver.
We shed clothes.
November winds yearn for stark branches.
I desire bare skin.
Darkness unfolds.
Eyes never waver.
The cold brings a chill.
You make me shiver.
Written by
Alyssa Rose
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