When the sun lowers its head
And no longer burns
And African birds say goodbye
And mosquito bites recede
I begin to fade
My colour fades
And my good moods fade
And my memories of longer days fade
In autumn I need to be embraced
To have my arms filled with excitement
And my cunt filled with enthusiasm
Autumn leaves fall, trees undress
Autumn bonfires burn, a garden clean up
Autumn introduces more layers of clothes
And knickers get less sexy
And boots become wellingtons
And I definitely need a Fall Guy!
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