Walk in forest in autumn

The sweet weather of autumn makes our walk more languid
The forest that surrounds us has multiple colors, rustles
With many beings that inhabit it, the movement of branches
In the wind and our steps on the carpet of dead leaves
You tell me how your life is complicated and hard
While you hold softly my hand and you smile at me
Your sweet voice and your crystalline laugh
Contrasts with your own incredibly sad story
My heart is touched by discovering your life
A nothing keeps me from taking you in my arms
And from crying with you of all these misfortunes
Yet nothing touches you and everything seems
So natural in your misfortunes that I understand
How it was helpful for you to build your shield

And yet, near woodlot thicker and friendly,
I can't refrain from taking you in my arms
And kissing you, then to my surprise,
It's now that you cry, not of sadness,
But of joy, of happiness to be with me
I dry your tears by licking your cheeks,
Causing then a roar of laughter,
A so light laugh like little tinkling bells
And you ask me with a thin voice
For hugging you stronger in my arms,
Until I choke you a little more

Our hugs extend into the silence of the forest,
In the secret intimacy of the woodlot in which
We have taken refuge inside and, then slowly,
You kiss me stronger, your hand palpates my body
To measure tension, to test my desire to love you
Harder, your fingers run to rekindle my ardor and
You become a little impatient to let without caress
Your quivering silky skin, your secret jewels wet  

The walk then takes another turn and after arranging
My jacket on the floor, our love breaks the silence
Of the forest, the birds trying to cover our moans
Of pleasure with their songs, as if they wish to help us
To find our strong pleasure and to make it last.  
And this unity in desire, in love gives us
The strength of our love, the power in our pleasure
Which breaks out in us at the ultimate moment
When springs the light of our orgasm

That's when falls the first drops of a little rain
As to refresh us and to commit us to hurry back
In the privacy of our room to do again this dance
Without the beauty and splendor of a forest in automn...