Fucking in the spring
How delicious the frangerance of soil. Dandelions basking in the beams of the lazy Sunday sun. Indescribable I am gay I am young fresh eyed with tinted marigold colored sunglasses. Spinning in hope and flower crowns. Wild fae a nectar of innocence pouring out my veins. Chimes dance effortlessly in the winds. Cherry blossoms drift. I’d like to kiss possibly French kiss lick every new sensation around me. Dainty whimsical colors have encapsulated this once dying place. Busting little sprouts weeding out the earth springing bonjour! What a fine day! Winged creatures chirp and play recklessly oh to be young and free. The caress of soft cottonballs hanging in the blue look a tulip, sky. Is this happiness. I frolic and prancing to the strings the hymns of birth. Giggling tiptoeing buttercups. Such simplistic ecstasy to be alive.
-kingsclere













