Wriggling with joy, pink bursts forward from white silk tainted with red. She remains pure, an unsullied reminder of furtive moments spent nestled in a painter’s warm palate. Delicious, sumptuous, yes.
What sensuous joy and what pleasure she trails in her wake. Her dreams whisper softly, like long-remembered fingers on skin, like children traipsing thoughtless through woods.
Pink tastes like spring and smells like laughter. Pink knows no shame. Primary colors hide in tubes and squares and corners. Pink rules them all, a monarch atop her throne.
Use me, she dares. Find your brush, find your inspiration. Find me and use me. I am here. Use. Me.
Anne Higa 
Hari Om
OOOoohh, that pink and this orange… soooo Bollywood!!! YAM xx
I love this take on pink! I had a soccer team that was last to choose uniform colors one year, and got stuck with pink. The kids great to love it, though.
I love hot pink as anyone who knows my home is aware of! Pink’s not just for the girls!
I imagine this must be how my daughter views a colour palette as well, obsessed with pink!!
Not sure I’d ever seen a pink butterfly before, but this one looks absolutely beautiful.
Arlee Bird
Tossing It Out
I’m just luuuurving this line! “Pink tastes like spring and smells like laughter.” Gorgeous!
Your story has sass, just like this Aerosmith song:
My “E” Tull song is here:
http://tao-talk.com/2021/04/06/a2z-2021-jethro-tull-songs-day-5-ears-of-tin-from-rock-island-1989/
I’m starting to think I may have been sub-consciously thinking of this song at the time. Man, it has been years since I’ve heard this. On my way to visit yours now.
I really love that song so was happy to see your post today.
Yes, I want to use that pink.
Awesome!
Ronel visiting for the A-Z Challenge with an A-Z of Faerie: Elementals