Candy, feeding my eyes and the scent hangs huh-huh-heavy in the room. So thick you can also see it steaming up the windows in her apartment. Her apartment... it may be her apartment, but it's our room. Dense gray smoke surrounds us and fills our lungs like cancer. So delicious, I can taste it on your tongue when it moves with mine. I peek and I have to shut my eyes, blinded from the light in yours, because you peeked too, strawberry.
Your mane is warm like sunshine and it melts my skin with it's heat. You bathe in me and we are one, if only for a few moments. Your hands, like a cotton t-shirt covering my skin and warming me up. The edges are pink and so are your cheeks.
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