Foliage fades but my desire doesn’t.

Your breath on my neck warms more than any scarf.

I’m the best thing about this season.

Let’s skip cider and get naughty on each other.

Nights get longer—perfect for long sessions.

Fall colors can’t compete with my flushed skin.

I’m the reason you skip the pumpkin patch.

Cold hands? Warm them between my thighs.

Apple bobbing? Try bobbing for my clit.