He looked at her,

She looked at him;

Their hands touched

Their smiles widened.

His scent lingered,

Like musky old spice.

His breath warmed her,

As he stared into her eyes.

There they were

Strangers now lovers;

That sweet November chill

With only each other to fill

That lonely void now gone

Two lovers going strong.

Sweet November, beautiful weather

Autumn bearer as winter lingers;

Time is passing, cold December waiting

Yet there they were –

Two people bound together

Happy in blissful, sweet November!



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