Forbidden Sparkles
Delicious sparkles, pink and silver, lovely flashes of delight. My mouth keeps talking but my eyes roam, down there, promise shimmers bright. One lifts up slightly, then the next one, pretty dances draw my gaze. What’s wrong, you ask me; dry mouth swallows in this moment’s dazzling haze. Your eyes like lights and I’m the deer here, caught admiring virgin land. A quirking eyebrow tickles questions, my soul, a sparrow in...