The month of the October: leaves fall off the branch;
Yet...yet something stays intact-
The winter just drops tiny fragments from the mesosphere:
Yet the cologne he wears lingers in her room from that night
When he laid by her on her bed:
'Twas when her cyclic cramps just hit:
And her reluctancy had her deprived from each touch of his.
He could have made an exit unlike the fact that he eventually stayed.
She wept how he caressed her flaws
Even when the naked her wasn't aware of the self-glitches.
The wind chimes play so sweet as the eastern winds tickles into a sweet intimacy:
She laid on her tampons. She laid there untouched:
Yet the night was intimate than every time they hoped for each other's legitimacy.
Her reflection in his eyes was worth every wait –
That ages after ages of loving absolutely couldn't even convey
How quick the time slipped from their hands,
Yet... every second did them justice.
That's where a missing piece from the puzzle found its home:
The hearts nurtured the roses of passion they'd secretly grown:
Which isn't your 'season partial' ones out there;
Her eyes has found the star in his eyes
While he playfully weaves his fingers through her hair.
~ Fall
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