my friend lily liked to die her hair watermelon pink her french braids twisted into lovely long locks that melted so well with her black skin and even darker freckles that often looked like seeds, i would help her with her hair. It was her most prized possession. the first step was to lather honey around the edges, make it silky soft enough to drown out the sounds of the birds chirping on summer balcony.
i would run my pinky finger around her lips. the bubblegum lip gloss always seemed to make her look more like a tropical princess. thick honey rolling down her cheeks. eyelashes fluttering under the heat. you know what you do to me. her lilac breath fanning across my face. i want to eat you raw.
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inspired by @rottenlyrosy
poetry if you haven't read her work
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