He finds my lips. I melt into him and all the sadness evaporates. This is not a Promise Kiss, all organized and proper. Desire opens between us and pulses like rain in the steamy sunshine. A rainbow of wants colors our movement. There is no turning back. He lowers me to the ground and we continue this frenzied dance. I need him from my rooty toes to my branching core to my budding crown. He pulls me under.



A/N: This is my entry for the flash-fiction contest hosted by @su-SPEC-t in which a five-line love story is set in an alternate universe.

I'm excited to be in great company as one of the winners. Read these enticing entries here: https://www.wattpad.com/223360686-su-spec-t-contests-contest-winners And congrats to the other winners!

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To learn more about Fuchsia and Cord, please visit the attached botanical novella, and thank you for this opportunity to share their strange green world.

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