don’t you know the bliss of fresh…
the sun looks like a slice of oran…
bloody red skies of passion bloome…
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...
warm egg yolks for the middle, and…
the cool summer breeze strokes my…
puddle of strawberry slushy fell d…
tucked in my blue pullover on the…
his voice flows soft, like warm ho… hugging me snug from behind on a c…
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...
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...
under the thousand and twenty thre…
drunk whilst listening to music, i… im way too young, not mature enoug… just some more, 'till i become swe…
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...
grapefruits and oranges drizzled honey in the scorching summer scattered puffy clouds. thick and subtle sun breeze, dollops of color dotted on fruit trees. warm vanilla singing in the a...
