Once I lived in Watermelon sugar. She was an angel and angles certainly are being made from
Watermelons. And she was the sweetest one. My life was soaked with her sweetness and everytime we made love our bodies were covered in sweet sweat. Sometimes, when I lie down and close eyes, I still can smell rests of the sugar that crystallized in our pores while we were falling asleep hugging. It was a drog for me. Without Watermelon sugar I am distant from my world of happiness. Half of the man I used to be.
Because I did live in Watermelon sugar once...
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