Seasons

His tangled locks and glowing body made him seem as if had just grew from the earth. His touch was like sunshine, warming up her skin, burning as he got closer to her core. When she closed her eyes, his sounds reminded her of a hibernating animal waking up. The pearls of sweat on him like dew on green blossoms. He tasted fresh and sweet like a strawberry, he tasted like rebirth. He was so amazing, she teared up

She saw herself as the death of everything, the beginning of a dark and depressing cold after a beautiful warmth. A big show of color to distract from the end. But when he tasted her, it was like hot chocolate on a rainy day. She smelled of fallen leaves and humidity. Her hands felt like a cool breeze on his hot back. He was in awe of her beauty.

They held each other, needing the comfort. Their bodies fitting perfectly together, as harmonious as seasons themselves. And as their synchronized movements led to their ecstasy, they screamed their pleasure using the new nicknames they found for each other.

"My spring"

"My fall"