The scent of fresh sweets and granny apples, what a divine treat.
Your aroma lures me in like a moth drawn to a flame.
Your beautiful gold flows shape every curve,
Every luscious pour.
Making you look even more desirable, and still your honey lavender aroma makes my mouth water as I inhaled your delicious scent.
As I swirl you around, your lovely scent engulfs me with a vision of us together on a beach as we lustfully intertwine.
Just before engaging in taking a sip of your mouth-watering flows, I am inspired by the fumes that suffocate me with a hunger to devour every sip.
As I slowly consume you, we become blissfully one.
Mind. Body and Soul.
I then repeat the process until you no longer seize to exist.
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Deborah Portillo
Writing from the edges of my imagination, I create stories for the simple pleasure of exploring what lies beneath the surface of ordinary life. Drawing inspiration from long workdays, unexpected dreams, and shadows of my own subconscious.
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