I eat strawberry ice cream directly from the container – without guilt – clothed in nothing but light pink undergarments, containing rose-colored nipples and a glistening, ruby slit. I set them free, letting the breeze in the air and the cold, sweetness sliding down my throat summon their attention. I wrap a shimmering scarf – the color of ripe, juicy watermelon – around my neck, which blooms from light to deepening shades of blush as the ghost of your kiss ignites a firework of unfulfilled desire. My cherry lips silently pout their want for the salt of your skin. And since I can’t touch you or taste you across the distance, I will send you this…and bid you goodnight.
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Normally the contrasts get me, but the color associates, and the connecting them with taste is amazing in this.
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Lovely thoughts, lovely pics. Those are two of my favorite things too, by the way. 🙂
Thanks, all. I often do my own pics…and it can take about a million tries to get an acceptable shot.