Phil and Dan were laying in a flower feild watching the clouds.
"Dan?"
"Yes lion?"
"You're a flower."
Dan sat up and looked down at Phil
"What does that mean?" He giggled.
"Your pretty and special, your delicate and soft. You bring happiness."
Phil looked up at Dan and all he could see was warm compassionate brown eyes.
Dan leaned down and kissed Phil on the lips.
Sweet.
Soft.
Passion.
