My Kink is.....Longing for Paradise 🥀

She is peony’s soft sigh, dizzy in the iridescent haze ofinked prose pages that dust her vanity. She is complexity crafted by the deepest longing in candle-flame, a labyrinth of riddled corridors with nothing but the vision......her sugar-spun hair and lace-cloaked frame as a guide. She’s a moonlight swan adrift in skies of twilight blue, each breath she takes a cashmere breeze soaking wet nectarine through the blush in your cheeks, deep to your veins. She is candelabra wax, tonka and velvet perfume, a pastel pink fingernail teasing figure 8’s on the surface of the pool.  She is a soft steady hand, a wandering mind mixing cocktails of heavy enigma and restless intellect. She is dried bouquets of poison blooms, seashells and lacy frills in shades of the deepest black. We know we shouldn't but we drink her up and take her in. The glitter, the rage, the whimsy, the passion, all of it. Everything and nothing, gone in a flash. Head; peony, nectarine nectar Heart; honey Soul; tonka, amber