picking strawberries in the mornin… under the sun. they blushed deep w…
your voice slid through my headphones like juicy oranges squeezed in my ears. sticky tangy fruit liquor dripping down my neck. as the wind rises your whiff finds its way under my nose. ...
don’t you know the bliss of fresh…
pomegranate; red juicy jewels embe…
let’s meet again... under that ble…
i sit my arse on the kitchen table, munching on the warm and buttery croissant with a mug of hot espresso on the side. and sigh watching the patissier laminate the flat, white dough wit...
under the thousand and twenty thre…
i munch my butterscotch ice cream, occasionally chewing the little gummy titbits of caramel toffee that sometimes get stuck in your third molars. the spoonful of chilled treat melts int...
i picked the burning tuscan sun sitting in warm mutton soup with my chopsticks. and placed it in my mouth. the soft yolk spilt sweetly on my tongue. flooding me insides in yellow mellow...
the sun looks like a slice of oran…
bloody red skies of passion bloome…
his voice flows soft, like warm ho… hugging me snug from behind on a c…
it was a bright, sunny day with wools of sugar swimming in it. those wools then melting into a river of sweet puddle. strings of daisies and poppies sticking out in the grassy field. th...
her scent gushes of fresh strawber…
we lay tangled in the grassy meadow, with fingers sticky from sun dried figs among the pouches of sweetness fallen down from trees. our hair drenched in the july warmth, among the garde...
