Pretty Young Thang

Her skin was glowing, as if tiny light led lights were planted beneath the surface. Her smile was radiant. It could cast a spell on any negativity, forcing the contagiousness to infect those around her. Her lips were like a Swiss Army knife: many uses, all satisfying. Her voice was like a saxophone, dripping with melodies that only the Most High could emulate. Her hugs were a cocoon of pleasure, morphing any recipient into the best version of themselves. She tasted like honey, as if she had just walked out of a beehive. Sweet, natural, addictive.