MVO: It was a day only I could’ve made. She was lying on the soft, green grass, under a tree.
Strange, I didn’t remember creating her but there she was, in the flesh I put her in. Oblivious to my omnipresence. Gorgeous. And, oh yeah, naked. Very naked.
I’ll give her a gift, I thought. A seductive gift, a golden potion. Soft on the tongue, like her. Smooth, definitely like her. And a little hint of that naughty, tanginess.
So I created it, and poured it into an orb, a heart-shaped orb. Red, like her lips. Full, like her hips - a vessel with character. And I dropped the little marvel on the grass next to her.
She picked it up with a slender, sensuous hand, curious fingers running lightly over its smooth surface. She put it down. She closed her eyes. And she went to sleep. Lazy cow.
ANN: Saint Apple Juice. Juice the way God meant it to be.