What far away feels like.

She has braids in her hair and a song to share.

Figs, silver rings, and ruby lips.

The words rolled off her tongue like a

Peach falling off a tree, so beautifully.

The birds here change colors, the sun never sets.

Love whispers in the air, a beautiful melody.

Chocolate chip eyes, lips as thick as her thighs.

Here days never end under the lemon drop sun.
Dance with your hips, lick the cherries that drip,

Cold juice down her tongue sits.