Pitter- patter, rain drops splatter but your cardinal skin is all that seems to matters. More pitter, more patter, you offer a glimpse of your ivory flesh. With louder pitter, and far louder patter you bequeath your passion, soften slightly and embrace openness. As the rain continues to fall outside my window, your cardinal skin and ivory flesh pool together, you blush: exuding love and nourishment into my home.
Cinnamon Cream of Wheat with Pink Apple Sauce, Wildflower honey and Brazilian nuts