september suffering shivers in the soft serenade of autumn air, her breath painting the windows in shades of lust. such delicious hauntings inhabit her hollows, decaying leaves and bewitched sunlight resting in her crevices. in her eyes, midnight gleams in shades of mystery, drawing you into an embrace of dark desire and woeful winds. the remaining echoes of summer die on her longing lips, leaving a bittersweet ache in the breeze and brittle bones quaking in despair, for she's always wanting what she can never reach...
heaven.
