milk in bed

by Rachel Lynch in

Tonight, it's milk in bed, smelling of sensual vanilla and musk. Nothing is more promising than the pale skin of a Lolita, roses for your best friend and white daises in the morning with your lover. a baby doe, an eye-lash kiss, and child-like curves. We become what we lust after.

Relaxing in the bohemian hideaway of the mind, milk and marshmallows at 4am in the big white white bed. A sugarcoated exotic free-spirit, promises with pale lips. Lost lust, creamy skin can't stay under the covers all day long. Snow white glare, one apple away from taking it all.