Autumnal Aches

Autumnal Aches Emma Sims Waltzing through mud, Leaves dropped on the path; Using aged language, Like wouldst, thou, and hath. Raging onwards within, My own carnal desire; Wouldst that I could, Stoke your internal fire; And ravish your lips, In ways I don’t know how; For a maiden you are, And none fairer than thou. As we kiss ‘neath the trees, Themselves half undressed; I think what we hath, With our bodies compressed, Are autumnal aches, In remnants of rain; […] Continue Reading