She wraps the delicate stem of the flower around her tiny fingers. It smells like sweet vanilla and jasmine. A purple wildflower that resembles their love. It’s gently placed on the center of the silk pillow.
The scent of burning lavender candles envelop the atmosphere. Everything is calm and quiet, giving him a sense of blissful peace. The room is laced with want and longing. They both need this.
Their kisses are soft and succulent, both thriving for more. She lets out a moan as he massages his fingers through her tangles. As they maneuver towards the bed, passion overwhelms them.
He intertwines his toes with hers, generating heat. A tingle shoots up his spine, proving that he can never get enough of her. Of this. His nose grazes against her hair. He already knows that it smells like fresh strawberries mixed with a hint of vanilla. He knows this ecstasy.
* inspired by emicrea's writing format.