Apple in the sun
Its a lovely sunny day. The birds are chirping. The light is hitting you and warming your soul.
Enjoying your favorite apple.
Bite after bite.
The juice is dripping through your fingers, sticky and smooth.
But whats that… there is something bothering you..
A look, if I may suggest. A piercing look.
An irresistible look of longing and desire.
You give in, its futile to fight.
And then again.
But you get your own back.
You pick the lovely sparkly purple pen with fur in the end and use it for your own enjoyment this time
Its only fair.