Bypassing the silky saccharine of some he chose the smooth and spicy essence of her. The sweet cinnamon flecks that he saw only hinted at her fire. Deceptively innocent they left him unprepared and vanquished by her burn. : Created for PoemTrail on Twitter. Prompts in bold ©SirenSong1208 Photograph taken from Tumblr
MB Blissett 