Currently 3.5/5 Stars. 1 2 3 4 5 Views: 1168 Comments: 0 Favorited: 0 Rate by The Naughty Meter 1 Categories: The Fetishists, Romantic Setting/Exotic Tags: sense life feelings exhibitionism fetish sensual Location: In the forest Roleplay: Other Fulfillment: I will tell you later Nature: Spiritual

This isn't exactly erotic writing... much of my fantasies lately have just been blips... passing by just long enough to get me off, and not much remembered. I suddenly came across a poem that I wrote when I was on antidepressants, and it as interesting enough. It has some erotic ideology. So here 'tis.

Autumn Air

It's fall again and I'm falling again

I always go a little crazy with the seasons

think that crisp air does something to me

nobody asks me ever

as much as they ask me in the fall and winter

“Are you high?”

If I am then my amphetamine is autumn air.

Or pomegranates

god I love those things

sometimes the craziness is negative

sometimes it's a tenseness that makes me cry

crying is my only release of that mysterious tension

Sometimes the craziness is inspiring

I get out and start projects

that reminds me

I want to cover naked girls in wet autumn leaves

and take pictures of them

as faeries

as mermaids

Yeah scaly coral and golden colored tails

all the way up their legs

right where their asses start

because mermaids had to have had asses

for god's sake

That would be beautiful

I must do it on thanks giving weekend

the leaves will be perfect then.