Its 3 am and my heart is warm with honey flavored milk while i think of how you pressed your raw red lips against my salmon flesh covered in cocoa butter lotion
You ran your fingers searching for the stretch marks in the garden of peony oh so deep
We covered ourselves in silk when the silver stars kissed the hem of my lace and our skins touched with the sunday playlist playing in the background
I remember your hair smelled like peach with a hint of strawberry from my lip balm as I brushed my lips against your cotton hair
Fauza. F
