Something beautiful, something ginger, dressed in blue, gold pendant; ginger locks clasped about its face; there it is, so refined, sucking, kissing, licking. Bright vibrant eyes watching so carefully what it's tasting, drinking in so sweet; responding to every mood, every twitch, every ripple.
And the other: something so beautiful, something blonde, dressed in denim jeans, white t-shirt; willing, yielding, encouraging; gently holding the ginger locks in place, that treasured intimate place. Black hair dishevelled, when moments before it was pristine, so manicured. Hands clasp the ginger locks, imploring, demanding, knowing it will be satisfied, the moment has arrived.