Fallen leaves, slightly wet from the raid of autumn sadness, rustle quietly under their feet.

"Our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh", - whispers of its steps splash. "Hour-s-hour, hour-s-s, hour-s-s", - - it is given the rustle of my go in the tenderness of the melting forest.

Yes, this is our hour, our day, our long-term honeymoon.

She walks barefoot on a colored leafy carpet, casually dangling shoes tucked in her left hand. She walks ahead of me, without looking back, confident that I will follow her wherever she goes. The delicate dress of September tones does not at all hide the light outlines of her figure. Only a dress on it - - and no more conventions for women's wardrobe. Today is very warm, and she, of course, could not miss the wonderful opportunity to once again plunge into the bliss of summer dreams ...

Still, it is wonderful that you can not get enough of beauty! Including - the beauty of the female body. It happens that there is not even the slightest desire to master it, but all the same - you enjoy simple contemplation. And this is a self-sufficient act. You admire a woman, as if the eternal beauty of nature, as if birch trunks were rushing upward, as if a piercing blue sky, spattered with bright spots of not yet flown foliage ...

This person, gracefully sliding ahead - - my beloved. I know her not the first year. And do not cease to admire her. I adore her smiles, the changeable climate of her mood, her caresses for which she is generous - not like the capricious autumn, which gives nice days as a mercy for a fading summer.

True, the harmony of spirituality cannot long remain in balance with the physical basis. The old age of summer does not affect the youth of desires. I approach my beloved and put my hands on her shoulders. She, still not turning, drops to her knees, rests her elbows on the soft cover of warm leaves and puts her head on crossed arms.

A fling up hem exposes smooth taut hemispheres. Between them - the eternal secret, the seductive gloom of the depths. I am overwhelmed with passion to know this mystery, and with inevitable determination I penetrate it ...

“Ahhhhh!” - - comes from under a pile of matted hair.

Unrestrained exhalation generated by a sudden wave of pleasure. Soft long hair completely curtains the face of my beloved. She is still bashful, as on the first night of our merger, and she pretends that this is not happening to her. But the ancient rhythm fascinates her more and more. The hair in front of the mouth pulses with a fountain of frequent breathing, and the thighs involuntarily begin to make oncoming movements.

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh Ahhhhh! ”- - echo the birches and lose their leaves, hurrying to expose the intimate whiteness of their trunks. Consciousness is fogging from the increasing flow of sweet-hot energy. Head spinning, spinning orange leaves, foggy clouds spinning in an inverted lake of the sky. The earth revolves around us, for we turned into the Sun itself, became the fiery center of the Universe flying into the beyond of the universe ...

We reach that critical state when consciousness loses control of the body. The sense of proportion disappears, the boundaries between fantasy and reality, between decent and indecent dissolve. If there were a hundred men at this moment, willing to partake of the secret hidden from strangers in the darkness between the two, - my beloved will not be able to refuse to anyone. In the usual state, even the thought of such a possibility would shake her to the depths of her soul, terrified, shocked. But I know that in love ecstasy, my darling is completely different. One hundred men, replacing each other, would shake her continuously, stroke, squeeze and licked the inflamed body, and she would only groan languidly, shyly hiding her face behind a scattering of thick hair.She would be possessed in twos or threes at once, in various positions, they would twirl like a rag doll, penetrate her to painful limits, pour all the frothy juice of voluptuousness - and she would gladly give herself to everyone and everyone, as long as it lasted overwhelming sensual delight ...

On the azure palette of heavens, there are strokes of deciduous colors, iridescent with all sorts of shades of red, yellow and beige. We are enchanted by moving among a sleepy leaf fall, waking up after a dazzling contact with eternity. After all, it is love, immortal love that prompts us to continue forever, changing bodies, but keeping the imperishable soul.

I carry her chiseled shoes and weightless dress. And she collects a lush bouquet, making it from the leaves of incredible colors and fancy shapes. Previously, I had no idea that such magnificence is found in our forest.

The sun immodestly caresses my beloved's tanned nakedness, radiating late warmth through translucent fragile crowns. She is not cold at all, because for her now is not autumn, but summer. Indian summer. Her time. But at the same time and mine, since we are with her - - inseparable.

“Our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh?” - I silently ask me about the rhythm of my walk.

“Hour, s, h, s, h, s, s,” she confirms without words with a rustle of lovely steps.

This is our hour, our day, our endless happy age ...