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In autumn when the world is golden
under a pewter sky,
I take my Jover riding
once the day's gone by.

I part my legs to hold him
as my arms circle him round
and we ride through the crack of night
rocked to love's harsh sound.

And in morning we awaken
(skin on smooth skin in the honeyed light)
sexed and made ready for the world
by our delight.