he sings along to the foreign songs with a honey glazed donut between his lips driving through the lavender fields chasing cotton candy clouds blushing at the warm touch of the sun
his now sugar coated red raw lips looked as perfect as ever as the marigold sun kissed them before setting with the perfect hues of red blended with oranges, purples and crimsons
baby pink silk soaking wet in raspberry juice and the wind licks all of it away before carassing his perfect chaselled face
his long fingers move along the lines on my bare thighs, making a trail of sweet sugar
Fauza.F
