Spring Descriptive Writing

The melting warmth of the white porcelain sends a ray of sunshine through the soft, pink ,palms of my dead hands, causing my fingertips to bud like pink tulips in the Spring. Licking my sharp teeth, the stinging sensation of spearmint waltzes on my tastebuds. My index finger pushes pressure on a small, smooth piano key, and a waterfall caves into my eardrums, obliviating my sleep deprived thoughts. The sizzling and popping of the green leaves mending themselves with the white and yellow ooze on the scorching hot stove, sending a fragrant aroma of fresh Gouda through the air. My long ,naked ,legs tilting north and south, and the feeling of my cold pinky toes crammed inside a border of cold, hard, leather. Continuous stomping of sharp heeled …show more content…
Sinking my prickly eyelashes shut, I blindly stir the sandpaper like stick around the sizzling white cup, creating clouds of pale cream and caramel swirls, sending an intoxicating yet addicting scent through my nostrils, drowning out the high pitched singing and the fresh smell of buttery waffles. One, maybe two or three little paper bags of sugarlicious sand find their way into this small porcelain cup, disappearing like the white rain into the waves of the caramel sea. Intensely, the rapidness of the wooden stick increases , twinkling in my ears like a teacup, round and round until it conceives giant twisters. And with that, the calescent mug of amber rain singes the top of my pink lips, one wet sip at a time.The warming sensations and the richness of the Robusta bean slither down my clammy throat like a venomous viper, surging my veins with freshly brewed poison.The sugarlicious sweetness of the rain sprinkles its way onto my palate, sending a slight grin through my porcelain teeth. The cream clouds deliciously evaporate, leaching its way to the roof. As my eyelashes begin to take flight, I feel dangerously