Oh baby.

How don’t you look? Soft ripe peach fuzz with gently baked bread enshrouded in creamy tan silk from a tropical coconut beach in the middle of the deserted Pacific… innocent raw beauty waiting to be observed. Graceful crests are divided by a sensuous dark valley, a naughty valley, pointing up to heaven and impossibly down to heaven too; it’s an arrow, a helpful sign at a branch in the road that advises, “Settle down, either way’s good!” Up to lips and down to lips! But whether or not you follow its direction, it’s the line you keep coming back to.