In hills ablaze with autumn's fire,
Two souls converse, old love inspired.
She glows in twilight's golden hue,
A woman wise, her charm anew.
He, still appealing in his age,
Gray threads laced through a darker stage.
Their soft exchange, like falling leaves,
Recalls fond pasts, in present grieves.
As air turns brisk, they head inside
To spaces chic, where words abide. He, still appealing in his age,
Gray threads laced through a darker stage.
Their soft exchange, like falling leaves,
Recalls fond pasts, in present grieves.
To spaces chic, where words abide.
Dress unzipped, beneath revealed
Bordelle's art, her armor sealed.
In fiery red, with satin grace,
He beholds the longing on her face.
Muscular still, with time's fair mark,
He joins her there, in love's dim spark.
Kisses deep, they rediscover
Touches, glances from a former lover.
She yields to him, Bordelle unclasped,
In aging beauty, both tightly grasped.
They find their rhythm, slow, then fast,
Two aged lovers, free at last.
As moon ascends and fire wanes,
Still wrapped in love's enduring chains.
He admires her every curve and line,
She feels again, his love, divine.
His fire fades, but hers burns on,
They've time enough before the dawn.
With love relit, their passion tried,
In autumn's flame, they both confide.
A future still, though pasts may sway,
In rolling hills, they'll find their way.
Two souls connected, come what may,
Kindling love, an endless day.
