Making citrus spirals, the lemon kind

Twirling sunrays, rings looping in zested waves

The smell coming to a perfect point at your fingertips

The juice squeezed, mixed with sugar

A dance between taste buds, sweet and sour

The glass sweat, chilling your skin in the boiling light 

Posted by:emileeh

I'm a young writer trying to get into the freelance business. I enjoy writing creative pieces like short stories and poetry and reviews.

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