pink
—
not the color.
but the feeling—
soft,
sweet,
inviting.
not a pull,
but a taste.
the warmth
after
an embrace.
the trace
of a kiss.
the sticky
mess
after a lick—
the guilty pleasure
we pretend
to resist.
there is no better
place
than the moment
you let yourself
enjoy.


I have the same relationship with the color lavender: languorous softening into pleasure that will become its own force.
This is so good 😊