A touch so velvety like a baby bum, Blushes that laser crimson and burn the curtains of light
Flares in a tornado that drill through the air of lonely insecure nights its flying mass of saccharine scent engulfs one in irresistible bloody mess.
A conviction like a flaunting peacock seduces the eyes and arouses tastebuds by its mere voluptuous sight, So strong its first prick of glossy lava flows on tongue with a buoyancy like oil on water
If a strawberry is all the above Boy I would melt in its amorous arms.
If a tomato is chanced above, Boy I would shake myself up from this funny dream.
-Jadiebutterfly Everyone has their own predilection. ❤️ Always the truth 🦋