You will suck the life out of me

"Cards on the table, on the other side you sit. Never have you been so close but out of reach. I won't let you murder me." 
The dramatic poetical person in me will from now on try to create a little "poem" of some sort in a few posts once in a while. It might not make sense, but who in this world understands poetry anyway?

In this autumn night I thought I could offer some pictures that will make you warm inside. :)