Orange creamsicles.
The first time we met you gave me a popsicle.
A god damn popsicle.
But i took it with a blush, hiding behind the person I came with as I sucked on the orange creamsicle in my hands.
I think after that i fell in love at first glance.
Our first kiss tasted like heath ice cream bars, cold fingers touching flesh, melted ice cream making a mess, drip, drip, drip.
Neither of us seemed to care, giggles on our lips, our first kiss was sweet, sweet innocence.
Things got darker, emotions got harder, our sweet kisses revealed in heavy touches and harsh breaths, take it, take it taking grasps against clothed skin left us breathless.
This, the first touches of love.
Orange creamsicles.
