Fallen Leaves Anna Zworykina

A walk in the woods...
Cistus bushes line the path...
It smells healthy...
Spicy immortelle
Cedar trees reaching almost to the sky...
I raise my arms to inhale this fresh-spicy air deeply.
You wrap your arms around me from behind,
your breath, scented with delicate hops,
close to my neck,
sniffing at my vanilla-scented skin.
The sun sends diffuse rays through the trees,
no longer quite warm,
onto golden leaves.
A bed of warm, soft leaves.
I can smell its earthy aroma.
There you have spread the suede blanket
and pull me down onto it.
Leather mingles with vanilla,
earth with balsamic,
a lake of balsamic,
in which I lose myself,
just as my gaze loses itself in your eyes.
You look at my lips,
slowly, very slowly,
tracing their outline with a finger,
before your mouth,
with a deep look into my eyes,
descends upon them.
Lips merge...
Sparks fly...
Balsamic depth...
Leaves cascade down upon us....

Here the curtain falls then ;)