This Blue is Different: It Comes with Rouge and Pewter
Each time one comes to me, they would always be wearing a blue cloth, but this blue is different. It comes with rouge. A dominant and romantic kind of red... A charming smile, curating that glowing pair of eyes... First the raspy voice, then comes the masquerading formal handshake... and then, a friendly hug, and finally, a secret, passionate strokes along our backs... From the left to the right... I glazed my cheeks on the neck, and I whiffed those desirable notes; a balance of musky, rosy notes on the classic and gentle sunbathed skin. My heart started pumping in intrigue, I knew it then, that this blue comes with a spicy kind of rouge... We walked along the short flights in an attempt to make it longer while we grasped our loved handles with such tenderness. How I wish I could brush my fingers through those pewter strands, and run my palms on those bathed skins But I know... that even when the cold mountains tend to block the vision, the tempting heat would always find its way to me...
