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seasons of you
your skin smells of autumn
I gently caress it with my lips
like leaves in the ground
imprinting your face of summer
warm upon me
your lips are just the beginning of spring
ready to blossom and feel the heat
your eyes are of first winter’s snow
they shine as they fall
in the night by streetlight
to my eyes where we meet again
on the autumn scented pathway
where we walk
