‘The earth is blue like an orange.’ This is the perfume of love.
Green souls fall in love in the shade of citrus trees. Your laughter exudes a song of yuzu zest and my kisses flutter, white as neroli petals, when they rest on your grapefruit lips. Red. The flesh of my fingers glides over your jasmine neck, I drink the blue sea of your eyes and the scent of your smile. There is a warmth, a hint of vanilla, of two bodies entwined in a form of white musk. Hypnotic lotus and dilated pupils, a sigh of geranium escapes from my fingers, a desire to taste you like a sip of orange juice. Green. I float towards you on the wings of your cloud-like skin. ‘Words don't lie’. There is no end for me.
This is a blue planet, juicy like an orange, from which lotus and orange blossoms shoot like sea spray. A haze of white musk and tropical neroli forms a continent of vanilla deserts.