her scent gushes of fresh strawber…
hold my fingers into the mellow su…
spend my days in an endless field of meadows, with sheep as big as bushes. wool as soft as clouds alike, knitted cardigans dyed with french pink. the sheep would carry me wherever. i wo...
puddle of strawberry slushy fell d…
let’s meet again... under that ble…
warm egg yolks for the middle, and…
summer has arrived again in the da…
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...
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. ...
i float on a still pool of milk in…
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...
pomegranate; red juicy jewels embe…
bloody red skies of passion bloome…
the cool summer breeze strokes my…
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...
