Perfect Like a Fall Sweater

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Wrapped and curled up in soft words and dulcet tones
His gaze warms me like a sweater on a crisp fall day
Our cozy corner of the world
Smells of wood burning and tastes like caramel
I let his taste flow through me
While he cannot seem to stop his hands from smoothing over me

We’re timeless
Our search never ending within each other
Whether it’s soft sand or dry leaves beneath our toes
We are only aware of our season
With flavors and colors collected from our travels
And kept in perpetual shadow boxes

Enveloped in a haze of smoke and jazz
Smoke swirls above and drifts toward the early stars at dusk
We are fused in a contented joy
alone it seems even in crowds
I pull him closer and he holds me tighter
and we’re perfect like a sweater on a crisp fall day

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