She was a dream within a dream within a dream, a perfect moment tied up in a red silk bow. Her cinnamon skin captured the sunset and promised the stars, her lips the pouting tide, her eyes eternity. She was the closest thing to heaven I’d ever seen or ever wanted. Caramel, I called her, so sweet as to tantalise, so delectable, so smooth. She melted in my hands like chocolate by the fire, but when we married she turned into fudge. Hey-ho!

42 thoughts on “Caramel

  1. Richard, lol! When you write these do you have the end in mind or do you start writing and then get an evil smile and pen a twist? πŸ˜›

    1. I honestly can’t say. With the odd exception everything I write for WP is really written just for me and super quick. I don’t have time to think of the endings, they just come.

      1. 😎(he was by that creepy clown 😐 No wonder I don’t use him..)
        You’re welcome. Have a great night. πŸ™‚

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