Strawberry red, the lips she spreads, wrapping around the things she wants and needs. Telling the perfect story in sighs and highs. Of laughter and joy and trembling drips of passion. My Princess smiles. 

Tasting lips so beautiful, glistening, scarlet, quivering in prayer. She displays in royal supplication and is licked in anticipation. A full-course dinner of luscious stories told in touches and sensitivity. 

Our story told and retold through lips never hesitating to spread once more. Touched, entered, used, and bruised. 

The lips she offers in flushed adoration. The scent, the taste, the fruitfulness fulfilled.

Refreshed in strawberry red.