My Affectionate Addiction
It was those eyes, blue, almost effervescent. Caribbean water. I could submerge my soul into those orbs. A voice, feminine, rich, smooth cappuccino. With a melodious timbre. Absorbing me with kinetic energy. She smiles, electric, my heart knew when to beat. Skin alabaster, smooth, the blush of youth touched her cheeks. A euphoric scent of fine Tuscan lavender salved me. When on her lap I lay looking into the face of my affectionate addiction
Copyright © Junie Moon | Year Posted 2018
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