The pumpkin is carved and perched upon the step. The porch light glows.

He doesn’t see me, but I’ll change that.  A few ingredients, some magic words, and the deed is done. 

*****

He swiftly pounds upon my door.  His eyes are hot and breathing heavy.  He reminds me of wildfire.

Clothing discarded before he pushes me against the wall.  He pierces my depths, reaching my core.  Bodies collide in a flurry of groping hands and trembling legs.

Our desires are quenched.  He looks at me with sober eyes.

“Again,” he proclaims.