warm egg yolks for the middle, and…
her scent gushes of fresh strawber…
under the thousand and twenty thre…
his voice flows soft, like warm ho… hugging me snug from behind on a c…
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...
hold my fingers into the mellow su…
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...
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...
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...
don’t you know the bliss of fresh…
puddle of strawberry slushy fell d…
let’s meet again... under that ble…
pomegranate; red juicy jewels embe…
tucked in my blue pullover on the…
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...
