full of life and joy.
permeated by the innocence of young love.
A chestnut color soft to the touch, even by his raucous fingers.
very placable and kind, trusting and unwary.
warm and enthusing, just as he had hoped.
utterly mouthwatering and tender.
Don’t fall in love with a cannibal.
(I wrote this poem at around the end of last year, and probably will share some more of my old poems. But as you can tell by my style of writing in both this and my last story, I am kind of dark when it comes to my writing style)