She yearns for the shimmer.
Softly, gently, she bites her lips.
Those sparkling, animetic tears.
Little girl.
How sweet is surrender?
DEsire.
DESIre.
DESIRE.
Shower her! Shower her more!
The crunch.
Tasteful high.
The smell.
Seductive burn.
The temptation.
She goes weak.
Crystals.
For a smile.
Absolutely wild!
Imagination, perhaps?
Please?
Dessert?
Or dessert?
A sweet July.
Shall we, sugar?
Honey?
Baby?
