'The smell of your skin contaminate the air around us. It smelled of red cherries. He had a soft velvet, soft and white porcelain. His hair was like a blanket taken from the darkest night, framing eyes the color of the earth. Everything about her glowed. She appeared as the goddess of night, and its heat burned my skin. I wanted to see what was underneath those clothes. A cherry chapstick, and I wanted to know the flavor, texture, soft, smell, he craved on it.