The Time of Autumn

I lay nude at sunset on a cliff above the sea. Heaven and Earth erupt in red and orange brilliance. A cool wind wafts over me smells of salt spray. In this time of Autumn. And at my side, a woman I still barely know Caresses my quivering skin -- Filling me hard with her anticipation; Her gleaming blond hair flowing over me. I suspend a precious moment of eternity -- full that I am -- Immersing my senses in her womanhood: Her comforting smile and inviting eyes, Her clean unperfumed scent, I gently cup her tender small breast. So I watch, I smell, and I touch. I want this immersion to last. For truly this is a celebration of life! We share here in our time of Autumn.