Angel Baby

I love you. I do.
That’s all it ever was.
And maybe that’s all it needed to be.

We met in the City of Angels.
Lost and wild, and too young to know better.
You walked like the king of rock.I smiled like I meant it.

I smelled like pear milk and peach chantilly. Skin is still damp from a bath. Makeup is still soft from the night before. You said I smelled like someone who couldn’t break your heart.

Angel Baby is soft.
It’s tender like kitten musk.
It smells like the softest marshmallow.

She moves through the world wrapped in sweetness, her presence laced with vanilla orchid and jasmine nectar, sweet yet undeniable. Each breath is a burst of orange blossom marshmallow, drawing you in closer. You’re captivated, yet you want more

Her essence deepens with every moment. Rose custard, blackcurrant jam, and caramelized pear, an intoxicating blend of delicacy and richness. Every moment you spend with her, the deeper you fall.

You think you understand her, but the warmth of caramel, crème de vanille, and meringue lingers longer than you expect, pulling you deeper into her world.