Birth in the Garden of Summer

Mid-afternoon, and she was there with her hair down.
Summer freckles on his nose and cheeks were the color of the malt sugar, green eyes sparkled. He smeared the cocoa butter in the case l 'had taken her by the hand as they walked, and in case you were leaning over her put on a little lip gloss on the lips pouting. He stood, looked and thought. He sighed and took a deep smile. He slipped his hands under her dress, clutching her breasts. The nipples hardened. From what Anthony was born his body had changed ....


- The Garden Summer '(Paullina Simmons)