Do You Appreciate the Sweetest Things in Life?
Taste and see how sweet your life can be.
The Sweet Nectar of Life on My Bottom Lip
I have always loved flavor--sweet and salty with a little spice.
I like music that speaks to my soul and reminds me why my eyes are deep, dark brown.
I like the scent of the air and trees and grass after a good rain—it all smells so clean.
And every once in a while, I indulge in the simple decadent guilty pleasures that nature always intended.
The fruit of life from the tree of life that gives life.
When no one is looking, I let the nectar linger on my lips just for a while.
I look around to see if anyone is watching.
I let it tingle to remind me it’s there.
It tingles sweetly.
I know it will be sweet.
I savor it.
And just when I can no longer resist its sweetness…
I gently and slowly graze the very tip of my tongue and taste the tempting nectar on my bottom lip.
"Mmm, so delicious."
Only a free mind can enjoy such abandonment.
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Carmellita
A Writer, Poet, and Storyteller--"My Evolution will be digitized" through insightful stories in the digital space. I am writing for the love of writing, to share feelings, thoughts, and ideas, and to connect with other readers and writers.
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By Liam Storma day ago in Fiction
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