Pumpkin Patch Playmate (censored) (Patreon)

In a field of autumn hues,

A pumpkin sits and watches you.

The rope it holds is strong and true,

And ties you up in glee anew.

Your body leans, so light, so free,

Amidst the colors of the tree.

This Halloween, a dance divine,

In the boughs above your skin so fine.

Hanging high with ecstatic grace,

You become a spectacle of this place.

Your smile is wide, your eyes are bright,

And everything feels just right.

So here's to you, our suspended friend,

May Halloween always be your end.