"Then the lights came on, it was all a scene, Bend back, give head, it's not pornography, If you do it with lights then it's art you see, If you do it with a twist. Yes, artistically." The Knife - One Hit
the zest of your beauty. like a fresh orange surrendering to the morning all that sweetness and the colour of joy. the smooth cream of your skin as a canvas to memory in an image that lingers long into infinite nights when the memory of your citrus returns to my fingers and I recall your flavour.