Cuffing Season

Summer is gone, so can you be mine?

I hear a lover can make the coldest nights fine.

Candlit cuddles compliment your complexion.

Discourse that’ll keep our wondering attention.

We’ll swim in warm blankets for shits and giggles.

Then wash it all off for quiet time wiggles.

And when it gets sunny I’ll keep hold of your hand.

New bare skin and flirts won’t change my plans.

I promise to crush on you in every season.

Temperate lover I’ve no need for rhyme or reason.