Elinushka. Cherry cuttings, touching ... (№ 441410)

Cherries. At first, curiosity takes over and the palms reach for juicy crimson clusters. Sour. You frown, furrowing your brows. You wait until the aftertaste melts on the tip of your tongue and turns into a tart, slightly sweet tone, similar to the first kiss. Here the tender pulp touches the palate, the taste becomes full, voluminous. Then you just can't get enough of it. You want more. And further. So that the juice spreads in thin ribbons over the lips, stops on the neck and gathers in life-giving drops between the collarbones. And so on ad infinitum...