Snow Cherry
Summary: Her petals would stretch toward the sun, the moon, all day, all night, forever.
Warning for all implied content. Seriously.
I... um... sorry?
Smooth,
Her figure shuddered beneath his touch,
Curving to fit perfectly beside him,
With a shift of a finger,
On her soft,
White skin,
She moved in perfect harmony,
With him.
Fingers threading through her hair,
So soft,
Like the petals,
She was named after,
A striking pink,
Against his red strands,
Forever fanned out around her,
At that perfect length.
His lips,
Pressed to hers,
Cold and blue,
Even as her tongue rolled against his.
Green eyes,
Looking up at him,
As he moved above her,
They never strayed,
With that perfect mix,
Of pure terror and uncertainty.
Yes,
She was just like it,
Like them,
The cherry blossoms,
Blooming once every year,
For a short period,
But he had found a way,
To keep her,
As a flower,
For eternity.
She was the finest art he had ever created.