the leaves are yellow now. they have told their stories. they will leave us now and they will take our stories with them. and then the cold will come to visit. the cold that wants to take you in its arms and hug you and caress you and leave you feeling..... cold. the wind shall come also to tell us more stories. the wind has always lots to say. but this time, it shall listen to me as well. because i shall talk about summer.
i shall talk about the warmth. the heat of your touch in the dark. the warmth of your kisses and the fervor of your body as it approaches mine. yes, i shall talk about the heat. the heat of your breath on my neck as you feel me deep inside. and i shall tell him about the fire of your silence as you close your eyes.
yes, the cold is curious about the warmth of summer. how will the cold snow ever know about the kind of heat that makes you sweat.... or about the heat that leaves you gasping for air......... and despite that, leave you wanting for more....?