dopamine
like apples' flowers transiting to ripened fruits, her boobs swing, as if they have a fancy for stirring his desire… his mad lust understands, unlocking the thrills played in his eyes, [...as if his lips savor her ripened fruits already] dreams an apple tree on the skin of the twilit sky as its flowers blossom with dopamine, like the chic smile of her like the sly gaze of him
